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Rejoice evermore with angels above, In Jesus's power, In Jesus's love: With glad exultation Your triumph proclaim, Ascribing salvation To God and the Lamb. Thou, Lord, our relief In trouble hast been; Hast saved us from grief, Hast saved us from sin; The power of thy Spirit Hath set our hearts free, And now we inherit All fullness in thee; All fullness of peace, All fullness of joy, And spiritual bliss That never shall cloy: To us it is given In Jesus to know A kingdom of heaven, A heaven below. No longer we join While sinners invite, Nor envy the swine Their brutish delight; Their joy is all sadness, Their mirth is all vain, Their laughter is madness, Their pleasure is pain. O might they at last With sorrow return, The pleasures to taste For which they were born; Our Jesus receiving, Our happiness prove, The joy of believing, The heaven of love!
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