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Long Have I Tried Terrestrial Joys
But here can find no rest
Far from earth's vanity and noise
"To be with Christ is best."
'Tis desert here, and thorns and foes
Do all the road infest;
The danger of the journey's short
"To be with Christ is best."
When earth can no delights afford,
He spreads a heav'nly feast;
Such dainties crown his royal board
"To be with Christ is best."
By this I fly the desert through
And feel my soul refreshed;
What can obstruct me when I know,
"To be with Christ is best?"
There an eternity with thee,
I'll think myself well blest;
I see thee here; but O! To be,
"To be with Christ is best!"
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