Words: Isaac Watts
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Saints dwell in heaven; or, Christís ascension.
1 This spacious earth is all the Lordís, And men, and worms, and beasts, and birds: He raised the building on the seas, And gave it for their dwelling-place.
2 But thereís a brighter world on high, Thy palace, Lord, above the sky: Who shall ascend that blest abode, And dwell so near his Maker God?
3 He that abhors and fears to sin, Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean, Him shall the Lord the Savior bless, And clothe his soul with righteousness.
4 These are the men, the pious race, That seek the God of Jacobís face: These shall enjoy the blissful sight, And dwell in everlasting light.
5 Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high, Behold the King of glory nigh! Who can this King of glory be? The mighty Lord, the Saviorís he.
6 Ye heavínly gates, your leaves display, To make the Lord the Savior way: Laden with spoils from earth and hell, The Conqueror comes with God to dwell.
7 Raised from the dead, he goes before; He opens heavínís eternal door, To give his saints a blest abode, Near their Redeemer and their God.
Dwelling with God.
1 The earth for ever is the Lordís, With Adamís numírous race; He raised its arches oíer the floods, And built it on the seas.
2 But who among the sons of men May visit thine abode? He that has hands from mischief clean, Whose heart is right with God.
3 This is the man may rise and take The blessings of his grace; This is the lot of those that seek The God of Jacobís face.
4 Now let our soulsí immortal powers To meet the Lord prepare, Lift up their everlasting doors, The King of gloryís near.
5 The King of glory! who can tell The wonders of his might? He rules the nations; but to dwell With saints is his delight.