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4 O everlasting Strength,

Uphold me in the way;
Bring me, in spite of foes, at length
To joy, and light, and day.

The setting, as the rising, sun With Thee my heart would find.

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5 O everlasting Love,

Wellspring of grace and peace; Pour down Thy fullness from above, Bid doubt and trouble cease.

6 O everlasting Rest,

Lift off life's load of care;
Relieve, revive the burdened breast,
And every sorrow bear.

7 Thou art in heaven our all,
Our all on earth art Thou;
Upon Thy glorious Name we call,
Lord Jesus, bless us now. Amen.

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The music of the ransomed
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And when I think of the Homeland,
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of souls free - born!

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There is no pain in the Home-land, To which I'm drawing near. A-men.

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474 PILGRIMS IIS & IOS. With Refrain

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2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, 4 Rest comes at length, though life be long and "Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you dreary, [be past; The day must dawn, and darksome night And through the dark, its echoes sweetly Faith's journeys end in welcome to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last.

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The music of the Gospel leads us home.

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3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, 5 Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keepThe voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea, And laden souls by thousands meekly steal

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Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above, Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping, [love. And life's long shadows break in cloudless Angels of Jesus, etc. Amen.

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