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Where the saints in glory thronging,
Where they feed on life's blest tree—
There is stilled each earnest longing,
Satisfied our souls shall be.
Safety—where no foe approaches;
Rest—where toil shall be no more;
Joy— whereon no grief encroaches;
Peace—where strife shall all be o'er.
Where deceiver ne'er can enter,
Sin-soiled feet have never trod;
Free—our peaceful feet may venture
In the paradise of God.
Drink of life's perennial river,
Feed on life's perennial food,
Christ, the fruit of life, and giver—
Safe through His redeeming blood.
Object of eternal pleasure,
Perfect in Thy work divine!
Lord of glory! without measure
Worship, joy and praise are Thine.
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8 7 8 7
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BEAUMARIS
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8 7 8 7
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