Had I a throne above the rest, Where angels and archangels dwell; One sin, unslain, within my breast, Would make that heaven as dark as hell. The prisoner sent to breathe fresh air, And bless'd with liberty again, Would mourn were he condemn'd to wear One link of all his former chain. But, oh! no foe invades the bliss When glory crowns the Christian's head; One view of Jesus as He is Will strike all sin for ever dead.

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