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Poems.
No more would my heart crave pleasures
That fade like the meteors bright;
I'd turn from delusions of earth,
To the beautiful gates of light.
That fade like the meteors bright;
I'd turn from delusions of earth,
To the beautiful gates of light.
I would be happy, so happy,
If I knew on the Saviour's breast,
Safe from the snares of the tempter
That my soul securely did rest;
If on life's wild waste a pathway
Whose trail, though so narrow and straight,
Would lead me through perils and woe,
To the beautiful gates of light.
If I knew on the Saviour's breast,
Safe from the snares of the tempter
That my soul securely did rest;
If on life's wild waste a pathway
Whose trail, though so narrow and straight,
Would lead me through perils and woe,
To the beautiful gates of light.
When with my gloried vision
The grandeur of Heaven I see,
I'll sing a glad song of triumph,
As the bright gates open for me.
Then at the feet of my Saviour,
Beyond the dark regions of night,
I'll pass from death's shadows to life,
Through the beautiful gates of light.
The grandeur of Heaven I see,
I'll sing a glad song of triumph,
As the bright gates open for me.
Then at the feet of my Saviour,
Beyond the dark regions of night,
I'll pass from death's shadows to life,
Through the beautiful gates of light.
