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They shall mount up with wings as eagles.
Isaiah 40:31.
Come, O thou King of all thy saints,
Our humble tribute own,
While, with our praises and complaints,
We bow before thy throne.
2 How should our songs, like those above,
With warm devotion rise!
How should our souls on wings of love,
Mount upward to the skies!
3 But, ah, the song, how faint it flows!
How languid our desire!
How dim the sacred passion glows,
Till thou the heart inspire!
4 Blest Saviour, let thy glory shine,
And fill thy dwellings here,
Till life, and love, and joy divine,
A heaven on earth appear.
Mrs. Steele.