Jesus, the Lord, is full of love,
How mild are all His ways; He hears His children’s prayers above, And loves their notes of praise.
Soon from the gloomy world they’ll rise, To Jesus borne along, And then above the starry skies,
They join the heavenly throng.
There all behold the Saviour’s face, The Lamb who died for them,
And sing the wonders of His grace
Who did their souls redeem.
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