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Farewell, vain world,
I’m going home,
Where there’s no more
stormy clouds to rise.
My Savior smiles and bids me come,
Where there’s no more
stormy clouds to rise.
To the land I am bound,
Where there’s no more
stormy clouds to rise.
Sweet angels beckon me away,
Where there’s no more
stormy clouds to rise.
To sing God’s praise in endless day,
Where there’s no more
stormy clouds to rise.
To the land I am bound,
Where there’s no more
stormy clouds to rise.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 9 8 9 and refrain
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Dates:
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1850
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MUSIC
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Name:
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TRAVELLING PILGRIM
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Meter:
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8 9 8 9 and refrain
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Dates:
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1850
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