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GLORIES OF CHRIST.
3 Through all his travels here below,
They did his steps attend;
Oft wondering when, or where, or how
The mystic scene would end.
4 They saw his heart transfixed with wounds,
His crimson sweat and gore;
They saw him break the bars of death,
Which none e’er broke before.
5 They brought his chariot from above,
To bear him to his throne,
Clapped their triumphant wings and cried,
‘The glorious work is done.’
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Jeaut. the true and living vine.
1 TESUS, immutably the same,
Thou true and living vine,
Around thy all-supporting stem
My feeble arms I twine.
2 Quickened by thee and kept alive,
I flourish and bear fruit;
My life I from thy sap derive,
My vigor from thy root.
3 Upon my leaf when parched with heat,
Refreshing dew shall drop ;
The plant which thy right hand hath set
Shall ne’er be rooted up.
4 Each moment watered by thy care,
And fenced with power divine,
Fruit to eternal life shall bear
The feeblest branch of thine.
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