That Blest Abode

an early church hymn
 
Ah, that blest abode above,
Who shall pass its portals?
Who at length in peace and love,
Dwell with the immortals?
They who battle for the right
When the day is longest;
They who conquer in the fight,
When the foe is strongest!

'Mid a bliss undying, mid a bliss undying,
mid a bliss undying!

Who shall nearest to the throne,
Have a place appointed?
Who have greatest favor shown
By the Lord's annointed?
They who serve him gladly now,
King and Captain royal;
Ever mindful of their vow,
Noble, steadfast, loyal.

'Mid a bliss undying, mid a bliss undying, 
mid a bliss undying!
 
 

Ah, the bliss of heav'ns abode:
Rise my soul to win it!
Shrink not from the weary road,
But in faith begin it.
List'n not to the call of sense,
Eart is vain and lying;
Yonder is thy recompense,

'Mid a bliss undying, mid a bliss undying, 
mid a bliss undying!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



translated by John Brownlie
music by Stacy Whitfield


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