| Song | By Faith We Find The Place Above |
| Album | John Wesley’s Collection of Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | By Faith We Find The Place Above |
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BY Faith We Find The Place Above,
The Rock That Rent In Twain;
Beneath The Shade Of Divine Love,
And In The Clefts Remain.
Jesus, To Thy Dear Wounds We Flee,
We Sink Into Thy Side;
Assured That All Who Trust In Thee
Shall Evermore Abide.
Then Let The Thundering Trumpet Sound,
The Latest Lightning Glare,
The Mountains Melt, The Solid Ground
Dissolve As Liquid Air;
The Huge Celestial Bodies Roll,
Amidst That General Fire,
And Shrivel As A Parchment-Scroll,
And All In Smoke Expire!
Yet Still The Lord, The Saviour Reigns,
When Nature Is Destroyed,
And No Created Thing Remains
Throughout The Flaming Void.
Sublime Upon His Azure Throne,
He Speaks The Almighty Word;
His Fiat Is Obeyed! ‘Tis Done;
And Paradise Restored.
So Be It! Let This System End,
This Ruinous Earth And Skies,
The New Jerusalem Descend,
The New Creation Rise!
Thy Power Omnipotent Assume,
Thy Brightest Majesty!
And When Thou Dost In Glory Come,
My Lord, Remember Me!
