My weary soul would rest;
The man that dwells where Jesus is
Must be for ever blessed.
Watts.
450
C. M.
Rev. 1:20.
Our Christ hath reached his heavenly seat,
Through sorrows and through scars;
The golden lamps are at his feet,
My weary soul would rest;
The man that dwells where Jesus is
Must be for ever blessed.
Watts.
C. M.
Rev. 1:20.
Our Christ hath reached his heavenly seat,
Through sorrows and through scars;
The golden lamps are at his feet,