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Mazmur 89:1

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Mazmur 89:1

• [Mzm 89:1] I Will Sing The Wondrous Story

  I will sing the wondrous story Of the Christ Who died for me. How He left His home in glory For the cross of Calvary. Refrain Yes, I’ll sing the wondrous story Of the Christ Who died for me, Sing it with the saints in glory, Gathered by the crystal sea. I was lost, but Jesus found me, Found the sheep that went astray, Threw His loving arms around me, Drew me back into His way. Refrain I was bruised, but Jesus healed me, Faint was I from many a fall, Sight was gone, and fears possessed me, But He freed me from them all. Refrain Days of darkness still come o’er me, Sorrow’s path I often tread, But the Savior still is with me; By His hand I’m safely led. Refrain He will keep me till the river Rolls its waters at my feet; Then He’ll bear me safely over, Where the loved ones I shall meet. Refrain

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• [Mzm 89:1] Immortal Love, Forever Full

  Immortal love, forever full, Forever flowing free, Forever shared, forever whole, A never ebbing sea! Our outward lips confess the name All other names above; Love only knoweth whence it came, And comprehendeth love. Blow, winds of God, awake and blow The mists of earth away: Shine out, O Light divine, and show How wide and far we stray. We may not climb the heavenly steeps To bring the Lord Christ down; In vain we search the lowest deeps, For Him no depths can drown. But warm, sweet, tender, even yet, A present help is He; And faith still has its Olivet, And love its Galilee. The healing of His seamless dress Is by our beds of pain; We touch Him in life’s throng and press, And we are whole again. Through Him the first fond prayers are said Our lips of childhood frame, The last low whispers of our dead Are burdened with His Name. O Lord and Master of us all, Whate’er our name or sign, We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call, We test our lives by Thine. The letter fails, the systems fall, And every symbol wanes; The Spirit over brooding all, Eternal Love remains.

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• [Mzm 89:1] My Song Forever Shall Record

  My song forever shall record The tender mercies of the Lord; Thy faithfulness will I proclaim, And every age shall know Thy Name. I sing of mercies that endure, Forever builded firm and sure, Of faithfulness that never dies, Established changeless in the skies. Behold God’s truth and grace displayed, For He has faithful cov’nant made, And He has sworn that David’s Son Shall ever sit upon his throne. “For him My mercy shall endure, My cov’nant made with him is sure; His throne and race I will maintain Forever, while the heav’ns remain.” The heavens shall join in glad accord To praise Thy wondrous works, O Lord; Thy faithfulness shall praise command Where holy ones assembled stand. Who in the heavenly dwellings fair Can with the Lord Himself compare? Or who among the mighty shares The likeness that Jehovah bears? With fear and reverence at His feet God’s holy ones in council meet; Yea, more than all about His throne Must He be feared, and He alone. O Thou Jehovah, God of hosts, What mighty one Thy likeness boasts? In all Thy works and vast designs Thy faithfulness forever shines. The swelling sea obeys Thy will, Its angry waves Thy voice can still; Thy mighty enemies are slain, Thy foes resist Thy power in vain. The heavens and earth, by right divine, The world and all therein, are Thine; The whole creation’s wondrous frame Proclaims its Maker’s glorious Name. Blest be the Lord forevermore, Whose promise stands from days of yore, His Word is faithful now as then; Blest be His Name. Amen, Amen.

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• [Mzm 89:1] Shall Hymns Of Grateful Love

  Shall hymns of grateful love Through Heav’n’s high arches ring, And all the hosts above their songs of triumph sing; And shall we not take up the strain, And send the echo back again? Shall they adore the Lord, Who bought them with His blood, And all the love record that led them home to God; And shall not we take up the strain, And send the echo back again? O spread the joyful sound, The Savior’s love proclaim, And publish all around Salvation through His Name; Till all the world take up the strain, And send the echo back again.

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• [Mzm 89:1] Sing Once More Of Jesus

  Oh, sing once more of Jesus, Tune every heart and voice, Proclaim His tender mercy, And in His love rejoice. Refrain Sing, sing, sing once more, Once more sing of Jesus; Praise His wondrous, matchless love; Sing once more of Jesus. Oh, sing once more of Jesus, The joyful strain prolong, While angels hover round us, And martyrs join the song. Refrain Oh, sing once more of Jesus, And now in early youth, Come let us walk together, The path of life and truth. Refrain Oh, sing once more of Jesus, Our best and truest Friend, Whose hand from snares of evil Will still our hearts defend. Refrain Oh, sing once more of Jesus, Who bends a listening ear, From yonder world of glory, The children’s song to hear. Refrain

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• [Mzm 89:1] When All Thy Mercies, O My God

  When all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I’m lost In wonder, love and praise. Thy Providence my life sustained, And all my wants redressed, While in the silent womb I lay, And hung upon the breast. To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned To form themselves in prayer. Unnumbered comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived From Whom those comforts flowed. When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm unseen conveyed me safe, And led me up to man. Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, It gently cleared my way; And through the pleasing snares of vice, More to be feared than they. O how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravished heart? But thou canst read it there. Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Hath made my cup run o’er; And, in a kind and faithful Friend, Hath doubled all my store. Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the last a cheerful heart That tastes those gifts with joy. When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou With health renewed my face; And, when in sins and sorrows sunk, Revived my soul with grace. Through every period of my life Thy goodness I’ll pursue And after death, in distant worlds, The glorious theme renew. When nature fails, and day and night Divide Thy works no more, My ever grateful heart, O Lord, Thy mercy shall adore. Through all eternity to Thee A joyful song I’ll raise; For, oh, eternity’s too short To utter all Thy praise!

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Mazmur 10:1

• [Mzm 10:1] O Why So Far Removed

  O why so far removed, O Lord, And why so distant be; Why hidest Thou Thy face from us In our anxiety? The wicked in unholy pride The lowly poor oppress; Let them be taken in the snare Of their own craftiness. The wicked in his arrogance Refuses God to fear, Nor is it in his thoughts at all The sovereign God to hear. His ways are grievous and Thy laws Too high for him to see; He therefore his defiance bids, And taunts his enemy. For he within his heart has said, I suffer no distress, Adversity comes not to me, I still have had success. In cursing and deceit and fraud His tongue is ever skilled; With festering iniquity His mouth is ever filled. He lurks in village hiding place, And in dark corners bent, He watches for the humble poor, To seize the innocent. In stealth he cowers covertly As lion in his lair, That he may pounce upon the poor, And catch him in his snare. He crouches low so that the poor To his strong friends may fall, And tells himself that God forgets Or sees it not at all. Arise, O Lord, and lift Thy hand, The poor in memory keep. How can the wicked blaspheme God And say He is asleep? For surely Thou dost see, O Lord, Dost see the sin and spite; And when the helpless look to Thee Thou dost their wrong requite. Break Thou the force of evil men, Befriend the fatherless, Trace out the wicked everywhere, Uproot their wickedness. The Lord our God is sovereign still, The heathen all are slain. Thou, Lord, hast heard the suppliant’s prayer And dost his heart sustain. No more shall boasting arrogance Or taunting pride oppress; The poor and orphaned Thou wilt hear And judge with righteousness.

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• [Mzm 10:1] Wherefore Is It That Thou, O Lord

  Wherefore is it that Thou, O Lord, Dost stand from us afar? And wherefore hidest Thou Thyself, When times so troublous are? The wicked in his loftiness Doth persecute the poor: In these devices they have fram’d Let them be taken sure. The wicked of his heart’s desire Doth talk with boasting great; He blesseth him that’s covetous, Whom yet the Lord doth hate. The wicked, through his pride of face, On God he doth not call; And in the counsels of his heart The Lord is not at all. His ways they always grievous are; Thy judgments from his sight Removèd are: at all his foes He puffeth with despight. Within his heart he thus hath said, I shall not movèd be; And no adversity at all Shall ever come to me. His mouth with cursing, fraud, deceit, Is fill’d abundantly; And underneath his tongue there is Mischief and vanity. He closely sits in villages; He slays the innocent: Against the poor that pass him by His cruel eyes are bent. He, lion-like, lurks in his den; He waits the poor to take; And when he draws him in his net, His prey he doth him make. Himself he humbleth very low, He croucheth down withal, That so a multitude of poor May by his strong ones fall. He thus hath said within his heart, The Lord hath quite forgot; He hides His countenance, and He For ever sees it not. O Lord, do Thou arise; O God, Lift up Thine hand on high: Put not the meek afflicted ones Out of Thy memory. Why is it that the wicked man Thus doth the Lord despise? Because that God will it require He in his heart denies. Thou hast it seen; for their mischief And spite Thou wilt repay: The poor commits himself to Thee; Thou art the orphan’s stay. The arm break of the wicked man, And of the evil one; Do Thou seek out his wickedness, Until Thou findest none. The Lord is King through ages all, Ev’n to eternity; The heathen people from His land Are perish’d utterly. O Lord, of those that humble are Thou the desire didst hear; Thou wilt prepare their heart, and Thou To hear wilt bend Thine ear; To judge the fatherless, and those That are oppressèd sore; That man, that is but sprung of earth, May them oppress no more.

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• [Mzm 10:1] Why Dost Thou Stand Afar

  Why dost Thou stand afar, O Lord, in our distress? And why dost Thou conceal Thyself When troublous times oppress? Do Thou, O Lord, arise; O God, lift up Thy hand; Forget Thou not the suffering poor, The humble in the land. Their foes Thou dost behold, Their wrongs Thou wilt repay; The poor commit themselves to Thee, Thou art the orphans’ stay. Thou, Lord, hast heard their prayer When humble hearts drew nigh; Thou also wilt revive their strength And ever hear their cry. Defend the fatherless, And all who are oppressed, That they by human pride and power May be no more distressed.

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• [Mzm 10:1] Why Doth The Lord Stand Off So Far?

  Why doth the Lord stand off so far? And why conceal His face, When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress? Lord, shall the wicked still deride Thy justice and Thy power? Shall they advance their heads in pride, And still Thy saints devour? They put Thy judgments from their sight, And then insult the poor; They boast in their exalted height, That they shall fall no more. Arise, O God, lift up Thine hand, Attend our humble cry; No enemy shall dare to stand When God ascends on high. Why do the men of malice rage, And say, with foolish pride, “The God of Heav’n will ne’er engage To fight on Zion’s side?” But Thou forever art our Lord; And powerful is Thine hand, As when the heathens felt Thy sword, And perished from Thy land. Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, And cause Thine ear to hear; He hearkens what His children say, And puts the world in fear. Proud tyrants shall no more oppress, No more despise the just; And mighty sinners shall confess They are but earth and dust.

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• [Mzm 10:1] Why Standest Thou Afar, O Lord?

  Why standest Thou afar, O Lord, Why art Thou hid in trouble’s hour? The wicked persecute the poor In haughty pride and reckless power. Let their devices work their fall, For in their shame is all their pride; And while they seek unrighteous gain The Lord of justice is defied. The wicked thinks, in foolish pride, There is no God Who will repay; He has no fear of God or man Because God’s judgments long delay. Unmoved by fear of coming doom, On fraud and wickedness intent, With craft he lurks and waits to catch The helpless and the innocent. A lion crouching for his prey, He waits the poor to overthrow; He thinks that God remembers not, Or hides His face and will not know. Arise, O Lord, lift up Thy hand, O God, protect the poor and meek; Why should the proud Thy justice doubt, And words of bold defiance speak? O Lord, Thou wilt indeed requite, The sin and sorrow Thou dost see; The helpless and the fatherless Commit themselves, O Lord, to Thee. Break Thou the power of wicked men And let their works no longer stand, The Lord is King forevermore, Who drove the nations from His land. Lord, Thou hast heard the lowly prayer, The fainting heart Thou wilt restore, The helpless cause Thou wilt maintain, That mortal man may boast no more.

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Kejadian 47:9

• [Kej 47:9] When I Have Finished My Pilgrimage Here

  When I have finished my pilgrimage here, When shall have vanquished temptation and fear, As in the arms of His love I abide, I shall be satisfied. Refrain I shall be satisfied, I shall be satisfied, Sheltered above by His infinite love, I shall be satisfied. When I am troubled by grief and despair, Grace never failing awaits me up there; Willing to trust Him whatever betide, I shall be satisfied. Refrain When I have traveled the way with my Lord, Counting the mileposts by faith in His Word, Living and dying with Him by my side, I shall be satisfied. Refrain

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Ibrani 11:13-16

• [Ibr 11:13] Along The Path Of Life

  “Pilgrim, whither journey you Along the path of life? What’s the goal you have in view Along the path of life?” “Far beyond our vision, friend, Is my journey’s blessèd end; Heavenward my footsteps wend Along the path of life.” “Pilgrim, why not halt and rest Along the path of life? Quickly on your way you’ve pressed Along the path of life.” “Nay, but through His precious grace Soon I’ll end this earthly race; I have no abiding place Along the path of life.” “Pilgrim, why look you so glad Along the path of life?” “Nearing home, should I be sad Along the path of life? Where yon crystal towers shine I shall see my King divine, And eternal bliss be mine Beyond this path of life.”

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• [Ibr 11:13] Come, Heaven-bound Pilgrims

  Come, Heaven-bound pilgrims, and join in God’s praise, Come seek now His blessing and learn of His ways, In humble devotion bow low at His feet, In true spirit worship, His favor entreat. Let each one consider the price we have cost, Let each one be burdened with souls that are lost, And seek that infilling of pow’r from above, That fits us for service and fills us with love. Remember each other in true, fervent prayer, Pray too for God’s servants that they may declare The message of truth with an anxious desire, That all be enkindled with heavenly fire. O gracious Redeemer, be with us we pray, Breathe on us Thy Spirit to show us the way, And fill us with goodness, with peace and delight, That all to Thy glory may shine as a light.

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• [Ibr 11:13] Far Off I See The Goal

  Far off I see the goal—O Savior, guide me; I feel my strength is small—be Thou beside me; With vision ever clear, with love that conquers fear, And grace to persevere, O Lord, provide me. Whene’er Thy way seems strange, go Thou before me; And, lest my heart should change, O Lord, watch o’er me; But, should my faith prove frail, and I through blindness fail, O let Thy grace prevail, and still restore me. Should earthly pleasures wane, and joy forsake me; And lonely hours of pain at length o’ertake me, My hand in Thine hold fast till sorrow be o’erpast, And gentle death at last for Heav’n awake me. There, with the ransomed throng who praise forever The love that made them strong to serve forever, I, too, would seek Thy face, Thy finished work retrace, And magnify Thy grace, redeemed forever.

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• [Ibr 11:13] Happy Little Pilgrims

  Happy little pilgrims, We should ne’er be sad; For the love of Jesus Makes His children glad. Refrain Happy little pilgrims, Going on our way, To a land of beauty, Singing all the day. In that land so lovely, Everything is bright, There will be no sorrow, There will be no night. Refrain Not alone we journey To the mansions fair; Jesus is our Shepherd; He will lead us there. Refrain
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• [Ibr 11:13] I’m A Pilgrim (maxwell)

  I’m a pilgrim and a stranger, Rough and thorny is the road, Often in the midst of danger, But it leads to God. Clouds of darkness oft distress me; Great and many are my foes; Anxious cares and thoughts oppress me; But my Father knows. Oh, how sweet is this assurance, ’Midst the conflict and the strife, Although sorrows past endurance Follow me through life. Home in prospect can still cheer me: Yes, and give me sweet repose, While I feel His presence near me, For my Father knows. Yes, He sees and knows me daily, Watches over me in love; Sends me help when foes assail me, Bids me look above. Soon my journey shall be ended, Life is drawing to a close; I shall then be well attended— This my Father knows. I shall then with joy behold Him; Face to face my Savior see; Fall with rapture, and adore Him For His love to me. Nothing more shall then distress me— In the land of sweet repose: Jesus stands engaged to bless me— This my Father knows.

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• [Ibr 11:13] I’m A Pilgrim (shindler)

  I’m a pilgrim, and I’m a stranger, I can tarry, I can tarry but a night; Do not detain me, for I am going To where the fountains are ever flowing. Refrain I’m a pilgrim, and I’m a stranger; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night. There the glory is ever shining; Oh, my longing heart, my longing heart is there; Here in this country so dark and dreary, I long have wandered forlorn and weary. Refrain There’s the city to which I journey; My Redeemer, my Redeemer is its Light; There is no sorrow nor any sighing, Nor any tears there, nor any dying. Refrain Farewell, neighbors, with tears I’ve warned you, I must leave you, I must leave you and be gone! With this your portion, your heart’s desire, Why will you perish in raging fire? Refrain Father, mother, and sister, brother! If you will not journey with me, I must go! Now since your vain hopes you will thus cherish, Should I, too, linger, and with you perish? Refrain Farewell, drear earth, by sin so blighted, In immortal beauty soon you’ll be arrayed; He who has formed thee will soon restore thee, And then the dread curse shall nevermore be. Refrain

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• [Ibr 11:13] In Our Day Of Thanksgiving

  In our day of thanksgiving one psalm let us offer For the saints who before us have found their reward; When the shadow of death fell upon them, we sorrowed, But now we rejoice that they rest in the Lord. In the morning of life, and at noon, and at even, He called them away from our worship below; But not till His love, at the font and the altar, Had girt them with grace for the way they should go. These stones that have echoed their praises are holy, And dear is the ground where their feet have once trod; Yet here they confessed they were strangers and pilgrims, And still they were seeking the city of God. Sing praise, then, for all who here sought and here found Him, Whose journey is ended, whose perils are past; They believed in the Light; and its glory is round them, Where the clouds of earth’s sorrows are lifted at last.

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• [Ibr 11:13] Now Rest, Ye Pilgrim Host

  Now rest, ye pilgrim host, look back upon your way, The mountains climbed, the torrents crossed, Through many a weary day. From this victorious height, how fair the past appears, God’s grace and glory shining bright On all the bygone years. How many, at His call, have parted from our throng! They watch us from the crystal wall, And echo back our song. They rest, beyond complaints, Beyond all sighs and tears: Praise be to God for all His saints Who wrought in bygone years. The banners they upbore our hands still lift on high; The Lord they followed evermore To us is also nigh. Arise, arise and tread the future without fears; He leadeth still, whose hand hath led Through all the bygone years. When we have reached the home we seek with weary feet, Our children’s children still shall come To keep those ranks complete; And He, whose host is one throughout the countless spheres, Will guide His marching servants on Through everlasting years.

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• [Ibr 11:13] Rise, O My Soul, Pursue The Path

  Rise, O my soul, pursue the path By ancient worthies trod; Aspiring, view those holy men Who lived and walked with God. Though dead, they speak in reason’s ear, And in example live; Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds Still fresh instruction give. ’Twas through the Lamb’s most precious blood They conquered every foe; And to His power and matchless grace Their crowns of life they owe. Lord, May I ever keep in view The patterns Thou hast given And ne’er forsake the blessèd road That led them safe to Heaven.

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• [Ibr 11:13] O How Blest To Be A Pilgrim

  O how blest to be a pilgrim, Guided by the Father’s hand; Free at last from ev’ry burden We shall enter Canaan’s land. Refrain Songs of vict’ry there shall greet us, Like the thund’ring of a mighty flood, Endless praises be to Jesus, Who redeemed us by his blood! On this side of Jordan’s river, Sighs too deep for words are known, But we look for bright tomorrows In Jerusalem our home. Refrain There no clouds of darkness gather, Neither sorrow, tears, nor woe, Nothing harmful e’er shall enter, Sin and pain we will not know. Refrain Here from loved ones we are parted, Earthly sorrows never cease, But within that glorious city We shall meet again in peace. Refrain O may none give up the journey, Left in darkness on the shore, May we all at last be gathered When our pilgrimage is o’er. Refrain

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• [Ibr 11:13] Traveling Home

  Thro’ a land of sin and shame, Led by Jesus we are trav’ling home; Trusting in the Savior’s Name, Led by Jesus we are trav’ling home. Refrain Trav’ling home, trav’ling home, Led by Jesus we are trav’ling home; Trav’ling home, trav’ling home, Led by Jesus we are trav’ling home; To a land of peace and rest, Led by Jesus we are trav’ling home; Where no soul can be distressed, Led by Jesus we are trav’ling home. Refrain Joy unceasing we shall share, Led by Jesus we are trav’ling home; With the loved ones waiting there, Led by Jesus we are trav’ling home. Refrain Sorrows will forgotten be, Led by Jesus we are trav’ling home; Over for eternity, Led by Jesus we are trav’ling home. Refrain

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• [Ibr 11:13] We Are Pilgrims Of A Day

  We are pilgrims of a day, Homeward bound, homeward bound; Singing on our cheerful way, We are homeward bound. Refrain Onward, upward still, O ye hopeful pilgrims; Forward, fear no ill, yonder is our home; We journey, hand in hand, To Canaan’s happy land; O come, ye friends and neighbors, And join the pilgrim band. We are happy in the Lord, Trav’ling on, trav’ling on; Trusting in His holy Word, We are trav’ling on. Refrain Sin and sorrow here below, Soon will end, soon will end; In the land to which we go, Toil and care will end. Refrain Working all the way along, Rest will come, rest will come; Lighten work with pray’r and song, Blessèd rest will come. Refrain

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• [Ibr 11:16] My Own Dear Land

  My own dear land, where’er my footsteps wander, Ever to thee my heart still turns again; To thee my love grows ever fonder, fonder, Till in its might it is akin to pain. Ever to thee I’m bound in love and duty; No dearer land to me in all the earth; By all sweet ties of home and love and beauty, To thee I cleave, dear land that gave me birth. Yet I look on, beyond earth’s habitation, To where a home of rarer vision gleams, Fairer than earth’s most wonderful creation Bathed in the light of Heav’n’s own morning beams. There we shall meet, from every clime and nation, There we shall meet in answer to the call, There we shall meet in joyous consecration, Sons of one Father, brothers one and all.

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• [Ibr 11:16] My Soul, There Is A Country

  My soul, there is a country, Afar beyond the stars, Where stands a wingèd sentry, All skillful in the wars. There, above noise and danger, Sweet Peace sits crowned with smiles, And One born in a manger Commands the beauteous files. He is thy gracious Friend And (O my soul, awake!) Did in pure love descend, To die here for thy sake. If thou canst get but thither, There grows the flower of peace, The rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress, and thy ease. Leave, then, thy foolish ranges; For none can thee secure But One, who never changes, Thy God, thy Life, thy Cure.

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