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tain them as they fly, Those hours of toil and dan ger; For O, we stand on

Jor-dan's strand, Our friends are passing over; And just before, the shining shore

We may almost dis-cov-er. A-MEN.

3 Should coming days be cold and dark,
We need not cease our singing;
That perfect rest nought can molest,
Where golden harps are ringing.
For O, we, etc.

2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear, 4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow,

Our distant home discerning;

Our absent Lord has left us word,

Let every lamp be burning:

For O, we, etc.

Each chord on earth to sever;

Our King says, Come, and there's our home,
Forever, O, forever!

For O, we, etc.

David Nelson

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O Thou, who art inspiring My yearning and de sir

ing, And