The Jewels of the Lord
The same words as 2 hymnals printed them. Pick two versions to see every change between them: words added, dropped or altered, and verses left out.
1 word changed · 1 stanza only in Millennial Harp #70 · 4 stanzas only in Hymns for Second Advent Believers #58
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Verse 1
YE jewels of our Master,
Who shine with heavenly rays,
Amid the beams of glory,
Reflect immortal blaze;
Ye diamonds of beauty,
With pleasing lustre crowned,
Of heavenly extraction,
To Zion's City bound.
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Verse 2
When we beheld your order,
And harmony of soul,
And heard divinest numbers
In pure devotion roll,
And gems immortal glowing
With such enlivening grace,
We viewed the Saviour's image,
Impressed on every face.
Verse 1
Speak often to each other,
To cheer the fainting mind;
And often be your voices
In pure devotion joined;
Though trials may await you,
The crown before you lies;
Take courage, brother pilgrims,
And soon you'll win the prize.
Verse 3
Speak often to each other,
To cheer the fainting mind;
And often be your voices
In pure devotion joined;
Though trials may await you,
The crown before you lies;
Take courage, brother pilgrim;
And soon you'll win the prize.
Verse 2
Ye shall be mine, says Jesus,
In that auspicious day,
When I make up my jewels,
Released from cumbrous clay;
He'll polish and refine you,
From worthless dross and tin;
And to his heavenly kingdom
Will bid you enter in.
Verse 4
Ye shall be mine, says Jesus,
In that auspicious day,
When I make up my jewels,
Released from cumbrous clay;
He'll polish and refine you,
From worthless dross and tin;
And to his heavenly kingdom
Will bid you enter in.
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Verse 5
As Aaron with his girdle,
In shining jewels dressed,
Bore all the tribes of Israel
Inscribed upon his breast;
So will the Priest of Zion,
Before the Father's throne,
Present the heirs of glory,
And God the kindred own.
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Verse 6
We'll range the wide dominion
Of our Redeemer round,
And in dissolving raptures
Be lost in love profound;
While all the flaming harpers
Begin the lasting song,
With hallelujahs rolling
From the unnumbered throng.
Verse 3
On that important morning, When bursting thunders sound, And nimble lightnings waving Shall wing the gloom profound; Lift up your heads rejoicing, And clap your joyful hands; Lo! you're redeemed forever From death's corrupted bands!
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