| Text: | Iowa |
1 From whence does this union arise,
That hatred is conquered by love?
It hastens our souls with such ties,
That distance nor time can remove.
2 It can not in Eden be found,
Nor yet in a Paradise lost;
It grows on Immanuel's ground,
And Jesus' life blood it has cost.
3 My friends so endeared unto me,
Our souls so united in love,
Where Jesus is gone we shall be,
In yonder blest mansions above.
4 And then we shall see that bright day,
And join with the angels above;
Set free from our prisons of clay,
United in Jesus' kind love.
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| First Line: | From whence doth this union arise |
| Title: | Iowa |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1867 |
| Notes: | Now Public Domain. Tune: IOWA. 8s. |