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The men of grace have found,
Glory begun below;
Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.
The hill of Zion yields,
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav’nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
Then let our songs abound,
And ev’ry tear be dry;
We’re marching through
Immanuel’s ground,
To fairer worlds on high.
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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CONCORD
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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