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In the Christian’s home in glory,
There remains a land of rest,
There my Saviour’s gone before me,
To fulfill my soul’s request.
He is fitting up my mansion,
Which eternally shall stand;
For my stay will not be transient,
In that holy, happy land.
Pain nor sickness ne’er shall enter,
Grief nor woe my lot shall share,
But in that celestial centre,
I a crown of life shall wear.
Death itself shall then be vanquished;
And his sting shall be withdrawn;
Sing for gladness, O ye ransomed!
Hail with joy the rising morn.
Sing, O sing, ye heirs of glory,
Sing your triumph as you go;
Zion’s gates will open for you,
You shall find an entrance through.
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8 7 8 7
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 2005 | # 451 |
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SICILIAN MARINERS
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8 7 8 7
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 316 | E | | # 1048 | E | | # 189 | Eb | | # 765 | Eb | | # 235 | E |
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