7/25/09

hegyvidéki

farewell, vain world, i'm going home!
my savior smiles and bids me come,
and i don't care to stay here long!
sweet angels beckon me away,
to sing god's praise in endless day,
and i don't care to stay here long!

i'm glad that i am born to die,
from grief and woe my soul shall fly,
and i don't care to stay here long!
bright angels shall convey me home,
away to new jerusalem,
and i don't care to stay here long!

right up yonder, christians, away up yonder,
o, yes my lord, for i don't care to stay here long!

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and am i born to die?
to lay this body down,
and must my trembling spirit fly
into a world unknown?

a land of deepest shade,
unpierced by human thought,
the dreary regions of the dead,
where all things are forgot.

so as soon from earth i go,
what will become of me?
eternal happiness or woe,
must then my trumpet be
.

waken by the trumpet sound,
i, from my grave, shall rise;
and see the judge with glory crowned,
and see the flaming skies.

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