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Col. 3:3, 4.
What sinners value I resign,
Lord! ’tis enough that thou art mine;
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
2 This life’s a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go
Has joys substantial and sincere:
When shall I wake and find me there?
3 O glorious hour! O blest abode!
I shall be near and like my God!
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground
Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour’s image rise.
Watts.