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That city with the jewelled crest,
Like some new-lighted sun;
A blaze of burning amethyst,
Ten thousand orbs in one;—
That is the city of the saints,
Where we so soon shall stand,
When we shall strike these desert-tents,
And quit this desert-sand.
These are the everlasting hills,
With summits bathed in day,
The slopes down which the living rills,
Soft-lapsing, take their way.
Fair vision! How thy distant gleam
Brightens time's saddest hue;
Far fairer than the fairest dream,
And yet so strangely true!
Come crown and throne, come robe and palm,
Burst forth glad stream of peace!
Come, holy city of the lamb!
Rise, Sun of Righteousness!
When shall the clouds that veil thy rays
For ever be withdrawn?
Why dost thou tarry, day of days?
When shall thy gladness dawn?
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ELIZABETHTOWN
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1838
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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