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How blest the minds which daily rise

Hymnal: Sacred lyrics, or Select hymns #323 (1832)
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How blest the minds, which daily rise

Hymnal: A New Selection of Hymns; designed for the use of conference meetings, private circles, and congregations, as a supplement to Dr. Watts' Psalms and Hymns #360 (1812) Languages: English
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How blest the minds which daily rise

Hymnal: Spiritual Songs for Social Worship #379 (1833)
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How blest the minds which daily rise

Hymnal: Spiritual Songs for Social Worship #379 (1835)
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How blest the minds which daily rise

Hymnal: Spiritual Songs for Social Worship #379 (1834) Tune Title: CONTEMPLATION
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Divine Contemplation

Hymnal: Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional, Vol. 2 #93 (1760) First Line: How blest the minds, which daily rise Lyrics: I. How blest the minds, which daily rise To worlds unseen beyond the skies, And lose this vale of tears! On heav'n-taught pinions while they soar, And joys unknown to sense explore, How low the cares of mortal life! how mean its bliss appears! II. O for the wings of faith and love, To bear my thoughts and hopes above These little scenes of care! Above these gloomy mists which rise, And pain my heart, and cloud my eyes, To see the dawn of heav'nly day, and breathe celestial air. III. Yet higher would I stretch my flight, And reach the sacred courts of light [p.94] Where my Redeemer reigns: Far-beaming from his radiant throne Immortal splendours, joys unknown, With never-fading lustre shine, o'er all the blissful plains. IV. Ten thousand times ten thousand tongues There join in rapture-breathing songs, And tune the golden lyre To Jesus their exalted Lord; Dear name, how lov'd! and how ador'd! His charms awake the heav'nly strain, and ev'ry note inspire. V. No short-liv'd pleasure there beguiles, But perfect bliss for ever smiles, With undeclining ray: Thither my thoughts would fain ascend, But ah! to dust and earth they bend, Fetter'd with empty vanities, and chain'd to lifeless clay. VI. Dear Lord, and shall I ever be So far from bliss, so far from thee, [p.95] An exile from the sky? O break these chains, my wishes fire, And upward bid my heart aspire; Without thy aid I cannot rise, O give me wings to fly. Languages: English

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