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O how light to the soul
are its crosses,
And how easy our burdens to bear,
When we think of
that land over Jordan,
And the joy that will crown us there.
O the bright morning land,
the dear morning land,
The land where all sorrow is o’er!
We shall sit beneath
the ray of a golden summer day,
Where the shadows
will return no more.
O how light to the soul
are its crosses,
And the conflicts and trials we meet;
We shall soon lay down
them over Jordan,
We shall lay them at Jesus’ feet.
O the bright morning land,
the dear morning land,
The land where all sorrow is o’er!
We shall sit beneath
the ray of a golden summer day,
Where the shadows
will return no more.
O how light to the soul
are its crosses,
O the mercy of Jesus, our Friend!
We shall praise Him
for all over Jordan,
In our beautiful home beyond.
O the bright morning land,
the dear morning land,
The land where all sorrow is o’er!
We shall sit beneath
the ray of a golden summer day,
Where the shadows
will return no more.
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THE MORNING LAND
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