92.  Even So, Come

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Hope of our hearts! O Lord, appear,
Thou glorious Star of day
Shine forth and chase the dreary night,
With all our fears, away.

2
We’ve waited long, we’re waiting still,
Longing with thee to be.
Our eye is on the royal crown
Prepared for us and thee.

3
O! the blest hope of sharing, Lord,
Thy glory from above,
Is linked with that most precious thought,
Thine everlasting love;

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And with the joy, the holy joy,
Unmingled, pure and free,
Of union with our living Head,
And fellowship with thee.

5
This joy e’en now in part is ours,
This fellowship begun;
But O! what rapture shall we know
When victory’s fully won.

6
There, near thy heart, upon the throne,
Thy ransomed bride shall see
What grace was in the bleeding Lamb
Who died to make her free.

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O! what are all our suff’rings here,
If, Lord, thou count us meet
With that enraptured host t’ appear,
And worship at thy feet!