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O Happy morn! the Lord will come
And take His waiting people home
Beyond the reach of care,
Where guilt and sin
are all unknown.
The Lord will come
and claim His own,
And place them with Him
on His throne,
The glory bright to share.
The resurrection-morn
will break,
And every sleeping saint awake,
Brought forth in light again;
O morn, too bright for mortal eyes!
When all the ransomed
saints shall rise
And wing their way
to yonder skies—
Called up with Christ to reign.
O Lord! our pilgrim-spirits long
To sing the everlasting song
Of glory, honour, power;
Till then when Thou
all power shalt wield,
Blest Saviour, Thou
wilt be our shield,
For Thou hast to
our souls revealed
Thyself our strength and tower.
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8 8 6 8 8 8 6
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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PRAISE
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8 8 6 8 8 8 6
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