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These are the crowns that we shall wear,
When all thy saints are crowned;
These are the palms that we shall bear
On yonder holy ground.
These are the robes, unsoiled and white,
Which we shall then put on,
When, foremost among the sons of light,
We sit on yonder throne.
That is the city of the saints,
Where we so soon shall stand,
When we shall strike these desert-tents,
And quit this desert-land.
Then welcome toil, and care and pain!
And welcome sorrow, too!
All toil is rest, all grief is gain,
With such a prize in view.
Come, crown and throne; come, robe and palm;
Burst forth glad stream of peace!
Come, holy city of the Lamb!
Rise, Sun of righteousness!
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1866 | # 1241 |
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BARTOW
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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