 | 208: IN hope we lift our wishful, longing eyes |  |
| 207: NOW may the God of peace and love | 209: OUR times are in Thy hand |
| 10s. sung to Ellers 1 IN hope we lift our wishful, longing eyes, Waiting to see the Morning Star arise; How bright, how gladsome will His advent be, Before the Sun shines forth in majesty! 2 How will our eyes to see His face delight, Whose love has cheered us through the darksome night! How will our ears drink in His well-known voice, Whose faintest whispers make our soul rejoice! 3 No stain within; no foes or snares around; No jarring notes shall there discordant sound; All pure without, all pure within the breast; No thorns to wound, no toil to mar our rest. 4 If here on earth the thoughts of Jesus' love Lift our poor hearts this weary world above; If even here the taste of heavenly springs So cheers the spirit, that the pilgrim sings: 5 What will the sunshine of His glory prove! What the unmingled fulness of His love! What hallelujahs will His presence raise! What but one loud, eternal burst of praise! | Alternative tunes (10s.)
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