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Brief life is here our portion,
Brief sorrow, short-lived care;
The life that knows no ending,
The tearless life is there:
Reward of grace how wondrous!
Short toil—eternal rest!
Oh! miracle of mercy,
That rebels should be blest!—
That we, with sin polluted,
Should have our home on high!
That we should dwell in mansions
Beyond the starry sky!
And now we fight the battle,
And then we wear the crown
Of full and everlasting,
And ever bright renown!
I know not, oh! I know not
What social joys are there;
What pure, unfading glory,
What light beyond compare ;—
And when I fain would sing them,
My spirit fails and faints,—
And vainly strives to image
The assembly of the saints.
There is the throne of David,
And there from toil released,
The shouts of them that triumph,
The song of them that feast:
O Garden free from sorrow!
O Plains that fear no strife!
O princely Bowers, all blooming!
O Realm and Home of life!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D
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Dates:
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c.1145
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Bible Refs:
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Heb 13:14;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1866 | # 1230 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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REDDING
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 357 | E |
echo ' | ';
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Hymn Writer
