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O had I, my Saviour, the wings of a dove,
How soon would I soar to thy presence above!
How soon would I flee where the weary have rest,
And hide all my cares in thy sheltering breast.


Ah there the wild tempest for ever shall cease;
No billow shall ruffle that haven of peace;
Temptation and trouble alike shall depart,
All tears from the eye, and all sin from the heart.


Soon, soon may this Eden of promise be mine;
Rise, bright Sun of glory, no more to decline,
Thy light, yet unrisen, the wilderness cheers
O what will it be when the fulness appears.

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LYRICS
Meter: 11 11 11 11
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1853
      Bible Refs: Ps 55;
      MUSIC
      Name: OLD 149TH
      Meter: 11 11 11 11
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1853
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