| Song | Sweet Place Sweet Place Alone! |
| Album | Popular Hymns By Charles Wesley |
| Genre | Contemporary Christian Music |
| Writer | Charles Wesley |
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Sweet Place; Sweet Place Alone!
The Court Of God Most High,
The Heaven Of Heavens, The Throne
Of Spotless Majesty!
O Happy Place! When Shall I Be,
My God, With Thee, To See Thy Face?
The Stranger Homeward Bends,
And Sigheth For His Rest:
Heaven Is My Home, My Friends
Lodge There In Abraham’s Breast.
O Happy Place! When Shall I Be,
My God, With Thee, To See Thy Face?
Earth’s But A Sorry Tent,
Pitched But A Few Frail Days,
A Short-Leased Tenement;
Heaven’s Still My Song, My Praise.
O Happy Place! When Shall I Be,
My God, With Thee, To See Thy Face?
No Tears From Any Eyes
Drop In That Holy Choir:
But Death Itself There Dies,
And Sighs Themselves Expire.
O Happy Place! When Shall I Be,
My God, With Thee, To See Thy Face?
There Should Temptations Cease,
My Frailties There Should End.
There Should I Rest In Peace
In The Arms Of My Best Friend.
O Happy Place! When Shall I Be,
My God, With Thee, To See Thy Face?
Jerusalem On High
My Song And City Is,
My Home Whenever I Die,
The Centre Of My Bliss.
O Happy Place! When Shall I Be,
My God, With Thee, To See Thy Face?
Thy Walls, Sweet City! Thine
With Pearls Are Garnished,
Thy Gates With Praises Shine,
Thy Streets With Gold Are Spread.
O Happy Place! When Shall I Be,
My God, With Thee, To See Thy Face?
No Sun By Day Shines There,
No Moon By Silent Night.
O No! These Needless Are;
The Lamb’s The City’s Light.
O Happy Place! When Shall I Be,
My God, With Thee, To See Thy Face?
There Dwells My Lord, My King,
Judged Here Unfit To Live;
There Angels To Him Sing,
And Lowly Homage Give.
O Happy Place! When Shall I Be,
My God, With Thee, To See Thy Face?
The Patriarchs Of Old
There From Their Travels Cease:
The Prophets There Behold
Their Longed-For Prince Of Peace.
O Happy Place! When Shall I Be,
My God, With Thee, To See Thy Face?
The Lamb’s Apostles There
I Might With Joy Behold:
The Harpers I Might Hear
Harping On Harps Of Gold.
O Happy Place! When Shall I Be,
My God, With Thee, To See Thy Face?
The Bleeding Martyrs, They
Within Those Courts Are Found;
All Clothed In Pure Array,
Their Scars With Glory Crowned.
O Happy Place! When Shall I Be,
My God, With Thee, To See Thy Face?
Ah Me! Ah Me! That I
In Kedar’s Tents Here Stay;
No Place Like This On High;
Thither, Lord! Guide My Way.
O Happy Place! When Shall I Be,
My God, With Thee, To See Thy Face?
