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This is not my place of resting,
There's a city yet to come;
Onward to it I am hastening,
On to my eternal home.
In it all is light and glory;
O'er it shines a nightless day:
Every trace of sin's sad story,
All the curse, hath passed away.
There the Lamb, our Shepherd, lead us,
By the streams of life along,—
In the freshest pasture feeds us,
Turns our sighing into song.
Soon we pass this desert dreary,
Soon we bid farewell to pain;
Never more then, sad or weary,
Never, never sin again.
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MUSIC
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Name:
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SARDIS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7
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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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| # 100 | No key | | # 608 | F |
echo ' | ';
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