Those Eternal Bowers Man Hath Never Trod
"And shewed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem." - Rev 21:10
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VERSE 1
Those eternal bowers man hath never trod,
Those unfading flowers, round the Throne of God;
Who may hope to gain them after weary fight?
Who at length attain them, clad in robes of white?
VERSE 2
He who wakes from slumber at the Spirit's voice,
Daring here to number things unseen his choice;
He who casts his burden down at Jesus' cross
Christ's reproach his guerdon, all beside but loss.
VERSE 3
He who gladly barters all on earthly ground;
He who, like the Martyrs, says 'I will be crown'd',
He whose one oblation is a life of love,
Knit in God's salvation to the blest above.
VERSE 4
Shame upon you, legions of the heavenly King,
Citizens of regions past imagining!
What, with pipe and tabor dream away the light,
When He calls to labour and faith's arduous fight?
VERSE 5
Jesus, Lord of glory, as we breast the tide,
Whisper Thou the story of the other side;
Where the Saints are casting crowns before Thy feet,
Safe for everlasting, in Thyself complete.
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The Redeemed Hymnal - 4th Edition
The hymn book of the The Redeemed Christian Church of God
