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There is a land immortal,
The beautiful of lands;
Beside its ancient portal
A silent sentry stands;
He only can undo it,
And open wide the door;
And mortals who pass through it,
Are mortal never more.
Though dark and drear the passage
That leadeth to the gate,
Yet grace attends the message,
To souls that watch and wait:
And at the time appointed
A messenger comes down,
And guides the Lord's anointed
From cross to glory's crown.
Their sighs are lost in singing,
They're blessed in their tears;
Their journey heavenward winging,
They leave on earth their fears:
Death like an angel seemeth;
"We welcome thee," they cry;
Their face with glory beameth—
'Tis life for them to die!
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LYRICS
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7 6 7 6 D
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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EWING
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7 6 7 6 D
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1853
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 534 | No key | | # 295 | C | | # 371 | C | | # 505 | C | | # 652 | C | | # 205 | C | | # 270 | C | | # 217 | D | | # 228 | D | | # 477 | Db | | # 406 | Db | | # 535 | No key | | # 652 | D |
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