O land of the purified, home of the blest,
Where earth-weary children find infinite rest,
Where all in the pleasure of heaven may share;
How sweet, O how sweet, it must be to be there.
Tune Title: [O land of the purified, home of the blest]First Line: O land of the purified, home of the blestComposer: D. B. TownerIncipit: 55345 67176 55523Key: C MajorDate: 1883
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