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| 1 Oh, would to me were only given, A tongue inspired to tell The beauties of yon peaceful heaven, Where saints immortal dwell, Oh, would that I could here portray, The raptures all complete Of those who see their Father's face, And worship at his feet. Chorus: In that bright, beautiful heaven, bright, beautiful heaven, Home where the pilgrim forever shall rest, Bright, beautiful heaven. 2 There hope's sweet flowers eternal bloom, While seasons come and go, Untouched by sorrow's chilling winds, That blight us here below, There limpid waters, bright and clear, Flow o'er the golden sands, While thrilling music strikes the ear From harps in angels' hands. [Chorus] 3 And all, whose hopes are centered there, Shall rise o'er grief and pain, For in that land no earthly care Shall vex our souls again, But with that bright angelic throng, And friends who've gone before, We'll praise the Lord around the throne In heaven forever more. [Chorus] | The Morning Star: a collection of new sacred songs, for the Sunday school, prayer meeting, and the social circle #53 (1877) |
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