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When we've been there ten thousand years

Hymnal: Sacred Melodies for Social Worship #300 (1859)

When we've been there ten thousand years

Hymnal: Conference Hymns. a new collection of hymns, designed especially for use in conference and prayer meetings, and family worship. #302 (1849) Languages: English

When we've been there ten thousand years

Hymnal: Sacred Melodies for Social Worship #559 (1859)

Amazing Grace! (stanzas added)

Hymnal: TTT-Himnaro Cigneta #508 First Line: When we've been there† ten thousand years, Lyrics: When we've been there† ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun, We've no less days to sing God's praise Than when we'd first begun. † (or "here", whether out of habit or belief) Amazing grace has set me free To touch, to taste, to feel The wonders of accepting love Have made me whole and real. Amazing grace! how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I'm found, Was bound, but now I'm free. The world shall soon to ruin go The sun refuse to shine But God, who called me here below Shall be forever mine. Praise God, praise God, praise God, praise God, Praise God, praise God, praise God, Praise God, praise God, praise God, praise God, Praise God, praise God, praise God. How long, dear Saviour, oh how long Have I on earth to stay? Roll on, roll on, ye wheels of time And bring that joyful day. How long, dear Saviour, Oh how long shall this bright hour delay? Fly swift around*, ye wheels of time, And bring the promised day. * (or "swifter round") How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds And drives away his fear. Must Jesus bear the cross alone And all the world go free? No, there's a cross for everyone And there's a cross for me. _ _ We lay our garments by Upon our beds to rest 'though death may soon disrobe us all Of what we now possess. The day is past and gone, The evening shades appear; O may we all remember well The hour of death is near. We lay our garments by, Upon our beds to rest- So time will soon disrobe us all Of what we now possess. Am I a Soldier of the Cross? A follower of the Lamb, And shall I fear to own His cause, Or blush to speak His name? Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas? Shall I be wafting to the sky, On flowery beds of ease. While others strive to win the prize, And sail on bloody seas. Alas, and did my Savior bleed And did my Sovereign die? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want He makes me down to lie In pastures green He leadeth me The quiet waters by. Topics: Grace Unbounded Languages: English Tune Title: AMAZING GRACE (ORB)