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See the gold upon the hills,
See the opal in the sky;
Trembling dawn each valley fills,
Christ’s own morning draweth nigh.
His the kingdom, His the crown,
His the ages yet to be;
All the lands of fair renown,
And the islands of the sea.
All the hungers of the race,
All the wounds from which men cry:
All are met in Jesus’ grace;
He doth heal and satisfy.
None are strangers to His care,
Royal gifts for all are free;
All mankind His brethren are,
And the world His Galilee.
Victor He, when conquerors fail,
King o’er all, when monarchs die;
He shall through the earth prevail,
Win the last long victory.
His the gold upon the hills,
His the light across the sea;
His the purpose that fulfills,
His the day that is to be.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 1:3;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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SHERBOURNE
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7 7 7 7
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