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Farewell to this world's
fleeting joys,
Our home is not below;
There was no home
for Jesus here,
And 'tis to Him we go,
To Him in yonder
home of love,
Where He has gone before,
The home He changed
for Calvary's cross,
Where all our sins He bore.
He bore our sins
that we might be
His partners on the throne,
The throne He'll shortly
share with those
For whom He did atone.
Up to our Father's
house we go,
To that sweet home of love:
Many the mansions
that are found,
Where Jesus dwells above!
And He who left
that home above,
To be a sufferer here,
Has left this world again, for us
A mansion to prepare.
To all His ransomed
ones He'll give,
(To us amongst the rest)
With Him to dwell,
with Him to reign,
With Him for ever blest.
Farewell, farewell,
poor faithless world,
With all thy boasted store;
We'd not have joy
where He had woe—
Be rich where He was poor.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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MUSIC
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IGNATIUS
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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c.1850
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