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Thrice happy state, where saints shall live
Around their Father’s throne,
In every joy that heaven can give,
And live to God alone!
Unnumbered bands of kindred minds,
That dwelt in feeble clay,
Us and our woes have left behind,
To reign in endless day.
Immortal vigour now they breathe,
And all the air is peace;
They chide our tears, that mourn the death
Which brought their souls release.
Thus shall the grace of Christ prevail,
Till all his chosen meet;
And not the meanest servant fail
His household to complete.
To that blest goal with ardent haste
Our active souls would lend;
Nor feel their sorrows, as they passed
To such a blissful end.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1851 | # 461 |
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