2. There sorrow nor sighing can never infest, To scenes of bright glory my soul shall arise, Be erased from my bosom each trace of despair. 6. How glorious the scheme that grace doth enhance, The schemes of redemption, the wonderful plan. 2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall, Saint's Sweet Home. TUNE-Sweet Home. 1 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, 2 Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace! 3 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, Which hinders my joy and communion with thee: Though now my temptations like billows may foam, All, all will be peace, when I'm with thee at home. 6 I long, dearest Lord, in thy beauties to shine, No more as an exile, in sorrow to pine, And in thy dear image, arise from the tomb, With glorified millions to praise thee, at Home. |