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There is a calm, beyond
life’s fitful fever,
A deep repose, an everlasting rest;
Where white-robed angels
welcome the believer
Among the blest,
among the blest,
There is a Home,
where all the soul’s deep yearnings,
And silent prayers,
shall be at last fulfilled;
Where strife and sorrow,
murm’rings and heart burnings,
At last are stilled
at last are stilled.
There is a Hope,
to which the Christian, clinging,
Is lifted up high
above life’s surging wave;
Finds life in death,
and fadeless flowers springing
From the dark grave,
from the dark grave,
There is a Crown
prepared for those who love Him;
The Christian sees it
in the distance shine,
Like a bright beacon
glittering above him,
And whispers, “Mine!”
And whispers, “Mine!”
There is a spotless Robe
of Christ’s own weaving
Wilt thou not wrap
it round thy sin-stained soul?
Poor wand’ring child,
upon thy past life grieving,
Christ makes thee whole!
Christ makes thee whole!
There is a Home, a Harp,
a Crown in Heaven—
O God! that any should
Thy gift refuse!
The awful choice of
life and death is given—
Which wilt thou choose?
Which wilt thou choose?
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1887
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Heb 4:9;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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RICKMAN
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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