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Lord, we have made thy word our choice,
Our lasting heritage;
Well may it every heart rejoice,
And every mind engage.
We’ll read the histories of thy love,
And keep thy laws in sight,
While through thy promises we rove,
With ever fresh delight.
‘Tis a broad land of wealth unknown,
Where springs of life arise;
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,
And hidden glory lies.
The best relief that mourners have,
It makes our sorrows blest;
And bids us look beyond the grave
For an eternal rest.
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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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Ps 119:111;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 342 |
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