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There is a world of perfect bliss,
Above the starry skies;
Fatigued with sorrows and with sins,
I thither lift my eyes.
Immortal crowns of purest gold
Do there for conquerors wait,
Honours immense and wealth untold,
And joys that ne’er abate.
Jesus, that never-setting man,
There spread his brightest rays;
And every heart and every tongue
Unite in rapturous praise.
‘Tis there the weary are at rest,
And all is peace within;
The mind with guilt no more oppressed,
The conscience calm and clean.
Discord and strife are banished thence,
Distrust and slavish fear;
No more we hear the pensive sigh,
Or see the falling tear.
Farewell to earth and earthly things,
In vain they tempt my stay;
Come angels, spread your downy wings,
And bear me swift away.
I long to see my Father’s face,
And love and sing like you;
Adieu, adieu, my dearest friends,
Vain world, once more adieu!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Job 3:17; Rev 21:23;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BELMONT
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1812
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 371 | No key | | # 272 | Ab | | # 540 | Ab | | # 154 | Ab | | # 339 | Eb | | # 183 | G | | # 489 | G | | # 663 | G | | # 766 | G | | # 274 | G | | # 285 | G | | # 312 | G | | # 431 | No key | | # 196 | G | | # 522 | G | | # 707 | G |
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