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MOTHER:
Ah! little sojourner below,
O why from hence so quickly gone?
Say—is this world so full of woe,
That thou shouldst quit thine earthly home?
CHILD:
Vain world, how transient is its joy—
Its pleasures soon will end in pain;
But where I'm gone there's no alloy;
Who would not die this bliss to gain?
Here babes, like me, forever sing
The dear redeemer's dying love;
Our songs mate heaven's high arches ring,
And rills of bliss fill all above.
Then cease t' indulge the falling tear,
I now with Jesus ever dwell;
If you my praises did but hear,
You'd surely say that all is well.
Now let each furrowed cheek be dry,
And the redeemer's grace adore;
Soon shall you mount with me on high
To sing and praise, and part no more.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1838
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 56 | C | | # 315 | C | | # 430 | C |
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