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Oh! Bright and blessed scenes, Where sin shall never come; Whose sight my longing spirit weans From earth, where yet I roam.

And can I call my home My Father’s house on high? The Rest of God, my rest to come, My place of liberty?

Yes! In that light unstained My stainless soul shall live; My heart’s deep longings more than gained, When God His rest shall give.

His Presence there, my soul Its rest, its joy untold, Shall find, when endless ages roll And time shall ne’er grow old.

My God the center is; His Presence fills that land; And countless myriads, owned as His, Round Him adoring stand.

My God, whom I have known, Well known in Jesus’ love, Rests in the blessing of His own Before Himself above.