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| 1 | Blest Lord, Thou spakest! ’twas Thy voice That led our hearts to Thee; That drew us to that better choice, Where grace has set us free. |
| 2 | Thou wouldest that we should rejoice, And walk by faith below; Enough that we have heard Thy voice, And learned Thy love’s deep woe. |
| Thy glory, Lord: this living waste To us no rest can give; Our path is on with earnest haste, Lord, in Thy rest to live. |
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| 4 | Our happiness, O Lord, with Thee Is long laid up in store, For that blest day when Thee we’ll see, And conflict will be o’er. |
| 5 | Yes, love divine in Thee we know; The Father’s glories soon Shall burst upon our ravished view, Thyself our joy and crown. |
| 6 | Soon shall we see Thee as Thou art, O hope for ever blest! Thou’lt call us in our heav’nly part, The Father’s house to rest. |
| 7 | O rest ineffable, divine, The rest of God above, Where we shall ever see Thee shine, Our joy, eternal love! |
J N Darby –
Little Flock Hymn Book (1961/1973) No 47
Part of JND’s poem The Call – What powerful, mighty Voice, so near, Calls me from Earth apart