70 shedsalmel

Slachtodd

tuoddeise

8s.

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E sing of the realms of the blest,

¹ WE That country so bright and so fair,

The glorious mansions of rest­

But what must it be to be there? 2 We tell of its service of love; The robes which the glorified wear; 102. The church of the Firstborn above­

But what must it be to be there? 3 We tell of its freedom from sin,

From sorrow, temptation, and care, From trials without and within­

But what must it be to be there? stifony 4 Do Thou, Lord,' midst pleasure and woe, Still for heaven our spirits prepare; And shortly we also shall know.00 And feel what it is to be there.

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10H, my Saviour crucified, Thy cross would I abide, id Gazing with adoring eye ont d

¹0 Near

On Thy dying agony. lo esinos 2 Jesus bruised and put to shame, Tells the glories of God's name; Holy judgment there I found, Grace did there o'er sin abound. 344

7s.

1973