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Cheer, O cheer, ye sons of Zion!
Weary days will soon be past;
Joy’s bright banner waving o’er us
Tells that Heav’n is won at last.
On that fair, celestial morning,
Comes no cloud of grief or pain;
In your peaceful tents abiding,
Sorrow ne’er shall come again.
Cheer, O cheer, ye sons of Zion!
Weary days will soon be past;
Joy’s bright banner waving o’er us
Tells that Heav’n is won at last.
Cheer, O cheer,
the morn is breaking!
Gloomy night will disappear;
Christ will come with sweet awaking;
Happier days will soon be here;
Long the pilgrim path
we’ve wandered,
Long we’ve hoped
’mid doubt and fear,
Hard we’ve pressed
thro’ many a battle—
Now the day of peace is here.
Cheer, O cheer, ye sons of Zion!
Weary days will soon be past;
Joy’s bright banner waving o’er us
Tells that Heav’n is won at last.
Cheer, O cheer,
the morn is breaking!
Bright its beams of promise rise;
Sing, O sing, ye heirs of Zion!
Hear the welcome from the skies:
“Come, ye blessèd of My Father,”
Faint no more ’mid doubts and fears;
Heaven’s bright portal
opes before you;
Wait for you immortal years.
Cheer, O cheer, ye sons of Zion!
Weary days will soon be past;
Joy’s bright banner waving o’er us
Tells that Heav’n is won at last.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 D and refrain
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Dates:
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1877
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Bible Refs:
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1 Pe 1:4;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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HOME AT LAST
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 D and refrain
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echo ' | ';
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