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There is a world we have not seen,
That time can ne’er destroy,
Where mortal footsteps hath not been,
Nor ear hath heard its joy.
There is a world,—and O how blest!
Fairer than prophets told;
And never did an angel guest
One half its peace unfold.
And this pure world is ever bright
With radiance all its own;
The streams of uncreated light
Flow round it from the throne.
Look not abroad with roving mind
To seek that fair abode;
It comes, where’er the lowly find
The perfect peace of God.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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DUBLIN (HOWARD)
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| # 439 | G | | # 272 | G | | # 588 | G | | # 378 | G | | # 751 | G |
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