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Now, brethren, though we part,
And to our homes repair—
May we be true, and joined in heart,
Like friends of Jesus are.
Oh, let us still proceed
In Jesus work below;
And, following our triumphant Head,
To further conquests go.
The vineyard of the Lord
Before his labourers lies;
And, lo we’ll see the vast reward
Which waits us in the skies.
Oh, let our heart and mind
With every day ascend,
That haven of repose to find,
Where all our labours end.
When all our toils are o’er,
Our suffering and our pain;
We’ll meet on that celestial shore,
And never part again.
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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GOLDEN HILL
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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