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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>AND IS IT SO</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“When He shall appear, we shall be like Him; for we shall see Him as He is.” 1 John 3:2</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_d_a_darby_jn.jpg" alt="John Nelson Darby (1800-1882)" width="100" height="165.333333333333"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_a_darby_jn.html" target="_blank">John Nelson Darby</a>, 1872.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Eventide,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_o_monk_wh.html" target="_blank">William Henry Monk</a>, 1861 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_e_eventide.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>And is it so—I shall be like Thy Son?<br>
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Is this the grace which He for me has won?<br>
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Father of glory (thought beyond all thought!)—<br>
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In glory, to His own blest likeness brought!</p>
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<p>Oh, Jesus, Lord, who loved me like to Thee?<br>
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Fruit of Thy work, with Thee, too, there to see<br>
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Thy glory, Lord, while endless ages roll,<br>
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Myself the prize and travail of Thy soul.</p>
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<p>Yet it must be: Thy love had not its rest<br>
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Were Thy redeemed not with Thee fully blest.<br>
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That love that gives not as the world, but shares<br>
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All it possesses with its loved co-heirs.</p>
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<p>Nor I alone; Thy loved ones all, complete<br>
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In glory, round Thee there with joy shall meet,<br>
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All like Thee, for Thy glory like Thee, Lord,<br>
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Object supreme of all, by all adored.</p>
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<p>The heart is satisfied; can ask no more<br>
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All thought of self is now forever o’er:<br>
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Christ, its un-mingled Object, fills the heart<br>
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In blest adoring love—the endless part.</p>
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<p>Father of mercies, in Thy presence bright<br>
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All this shall be unfolded in the light;<br>
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Thy children all, with joy Thy counsels know<br>
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Fulfilled; patient in hope, while here below.</p>
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