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This is not my place of resting,—
Mine's a city yet to come;
Onward to it am hasting—
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, leads us
By the streams of life along,—
On the freshest pastures feeds us,
Tums our sighing into song.
Soon we pass this desert dreary,
Soon we bid farewell to pain;
Never more are sad or weary,
Never, never sin again!
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8 7 8 7
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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BARTIMEUS
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8 7 8 7
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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