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| NOTHING now is left to do, | |
| All the labour is gone through, | |
| Christ hath bought us with His Blood, | |
| Proved the work, and found it good, | |
| Sealed, and writ with iron pen, | 5 |
| The unutterable Amen. | |
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| Look not for the fiery car | |
| Borne above the winds afar, | |
| Where the Angels’ Horses beat | |
| Golden air with flying feet, | 10 |
| Flaming by a path untrod | |
| In among the stars of God. | |
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| As to earth with no high name, | |
| Nor like earthly Kings He came, | |
| Now rejected of His Own | 15 |
| Grandly quiet and alone | |
| He returneth to His Rest, | |
| Back into the Father’s Breast. | |
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| Only by a chosen few | |
| Who believe His Promise true, | 20 |
| Eat His Bread and drink His Cup, | |
| He is seen as He goes up, | |
| Till the cloud, that waiting lies | |
| Veils Him from their yearning eyes. | |
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| On the pure lips, ere He passed, | 25 |
| Words of Blessing were the last, | |
| His receding Hands, outspread, | |
| Pour Redemption on their head, | |
| But the cloud comes in between, | |
| And the Form is no more seen. | 30 |
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| Spake beside them in their sight | |
| Two men robed in shining white— | |
| Why in wonder thus do ye | |
| Gaze, O Men of Galilee? | |
| Hence! nor from the Work refrain | 35 |
| Till your Christ shall come again. | |
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| Then into the world they fare, | |
| And His Love goes with them there; | |
| To life’s daily talks they turn, | |
| And His secret Presence learn, | 40 |
| While they do His gracious Will, | |
| All is good and nothing ill. | |
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| Comes a Day when on the earth | |
| The new Kingdom shall have birth, | |
| And with many a wondrous Sign | 45 |
| Judah shall arise and shine; | |
| But the season and the hour, | |
| These are in the Father’s power. | |
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| Now let us new comfort draw | |
| From the Vision which they saw, | 50 |
| And ourselves example take | |
| From the word those Angels spake. | |
| Nor from the good work refrain | |
| Till our Christ shall come again. | |
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| And if here in light so dim, | 55 |
| Toil itself is sweet for Him, | |
| If, when under clouds we go, | |
| From the Cross true pleasures flow, | |
| What if ever we should stand, | |
| Crowned in the Celestial Land, | 60 |
| With the Saints at God’s Right Hand! | |
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