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O there’s a better world on high;
Hope on thou pious breast;
Faint not thou traveller; on the sky
Thy weary feet shall rest.
Anguish may rend each vital part;
Poor man, thy strength how frail.
Yet heaven’s own strength shall shield thy heart,
When flesh and heart shall fail,
Through death’s dark vale of deepest shade
Thy feet must surely go;
Yet there, e’en there, walk undismayed;
‘Tis thy last scene of woe.
Thy God—and with the tenderest hand—
Shall guard the traveller through;
“Hail!” shalt thou cry, “hail! promised land!
And, wilderness, adieu!”
O Father, make our souls thy care,
And bring us safe to thee:
Where’er thou art—we ask not where—
But there ‘tis heaven to be.
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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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| 2005 | # 460 |
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HEBER
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| # 81 | C | | # 283 | C | | # 446 | C | | # 221 | Bb |
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