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Our hearts, O Lord with grief are rent,
O’er vows made all in vain;
In anguish daily we repent,
Each day offend again.
Now we arise from death to life,
Then sink from good to ill;
Here we begin, there leave our strife,
And work but half thy will.
Oh, help us, Lord, amid all pain,
As warriors true, to stand
Faithful and firm, and thus to gain
Thine own, the better land.
Thy land—its gates how bright they shine!
And let no evil in;
Thy boundless land, and all divine,
That hath no room for sin.
Thy holy land, where none shall stop
Our souls upon the road,
And win our weak desires to drop
From glory and from God.
Oh, rich and priceless is the grace
That we shall there receive!
Nor once thine image shall deface,
Nor once thy spirit grieve.
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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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| 1866 | # 638 |
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ALDER
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| # 232 | Em | | # 250 | Em |
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
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