#105WHEN STRANGERS STAND

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WHEN strangers stand and hear me tell What beauties in my Saviour dwell, Where he is gone they fain would know, That they may seek and love him too.
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O may my spirit daily rise On wings of faith above the skies, Till I shall make my last remove, To dwell for ever with my love.
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In paradise within the gates, In higher entertainment waits; Fruits new and old laid up in store, There we shall feed–but want no more.
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Come, my beloved, haste away, Cut short the hours of thy delay; Fly, like a youthful hart or roe, Over the hills where spices grow.

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