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Safe across the waters,
Foes forever gone,
Now we march in safety,
God our guide alone.
'is the silent desert,
Sand and rock and waste;
But the chain is broken,
And the peril past,
Onward, then, right onward,
This our watchword still:
Till we reach the glory
Of the wondrous hill.
On through waste and blackness,
O'er our desert road:
On till Sinai greets us,
Mountains of our God!
On past Edom's valley,
Moab's mountain wall,
Jordan's sea-board rushings,
The pillar-cloud o'er all.
Past the palmy city,
Rock and hill our road:
On till Salem greets us,
City of our God.
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