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Sweet land of rest, for thee I sigh!
When will the moment come,
When I shall lay my armor by,
And dwell with Christ at home.
Home, home, home sweet home,
And dwell with Christ at home,
When I shall lay my armor by,
And dwell with Christ at home.
No tranquil joys on earth I know,
No peaceful, sheltering dome;
This world's a wilderness of woe,
This world is not my home,
Home, home, home sweet home,
This world is not my home,
This world's a wilderness of woe,
This world is not my home.
To Jesus Christ I sought for rest,
He bade me cease to roam;
But fly for succor to his breast,
And he'd conduct me home,
Home, home, home sweet home,
And he'd conduct me home,
But fly for succor to his breast,
And he'd conduct me home.
Weary of wandering round and round
This vale of sin and gloom,
I long to leave th'unhallowed ground,
And dwell with Christ at home.
Home, home, home sweet home,
And dwell with Christ at home,
I long to leave th'unhallowed ground,
And dwell with Christ at home.
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8 6 8 6 5 6 8 6
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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SWEET LAND OF REST
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8 6 8 6 5 6 8 6
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