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REJOICING.
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The lone of Christ is better than wine,
1 1\A V soul doth magnify the Lord,
I ’ 1 My spirit doth rejoice
In God, my Saviour and my God ;
I hear his joyful voice.
I need not go abroad for joys,
I have a feast at home ;
My sighs are turned into songs,
The Comforter is come.
2 Down from above, the blessed Dove
Is come into my breast,
Witness of God’s eternal love,
This is my heavenly feast.
This makes me Abba, Father, cry,
With confidence of soul ;
This makes me cry, My Lord, my God,
And that without control.
3 There is a stream which issues forth
From God’s eternal throne,
And from the Lamb a living stream,
Clear as a crystal stone.
This stream doth water Paradise,
It makes the angels sing ;
One cordial drop revives my heart,
Thence all my joys do spring.
4 Such joys as these, unspeakable,
And full of glory too ;
Such hidden manna, hidden pearls,
As worldlings do not know.
Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,
From fancy ’tis concealed,
What thou, Lord, hast laid up for thine.
And hast to me revealed.
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