Tis the midst of temptation, and sorrow, and strife

Verse 1

IN the midst of temptation, and sorrow, and strife, And evils unnumbered, of this bitter life, I look to a blessed earth, free from all care, The kingdom of Jesus, and long to be there.

Verse 1

Tis the midst of temptation, and sorrow, and strife, And evils unnumbered, of this bitter life, I look for a blessed earth, free from all care, A home upon earth's surface, with Jesus a living all there.

Verse 3

When the wicked are scoffing–because I believe The Saviour is coming, my pains to relieve– I weep for their folly, and bow in deep pray'r, For Christ's coming kingdom, and long to be there!

Verse 2

When the wicked are coiling, and accusing I believe The Saviour is coming, my plans to retrieve, I weep for them truly, and breathe forth a prayer, To Christ's second kingdom, and loving to be there!

Verse 4

By the sweet flowing river of life I will sing, My triumph through Jesus, My Saviour and King, And praise him who brought me, a sinner, to share A feast of fat things–O, I long to be there!

Verse 3

By the clear flowing river of life I will sing, My triumph through Jesus, My Saviour and King, And praise him who brought me, a sinner, to bliss, A feast of fat things, why, I long to be there!

Verse 2

When this mortal body is racking with pain, And demons are striving to trouble my brain, I hope for the crown that the saints soon shall wear, In The regions of glory, and long to be there!

Verse 4

Hope to be there! and also thought that 'tis near, Makes me almost impatient for Christ to appear, And lift up that dwelling of glories so rare, The earth robed in beauty—I long to be there!

Verse 5

I long to be there! And the thought that 'tis near,
Makes me almost impatient for Christ t'appear,
And fit up that dwelling of glories so rare,
The earth robed in beauty, I long to be there.

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