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The Land of the Blest.—W. O. B. Peabody.
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The Land of the Blest.—W. O. B. Peabody.
O, when the hours of life are past,
And death's dark shade arrives at last,
It is not sleep, it is not rest;
'Tis glory opening to the blest.
And death's dark shade arrives at last,
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'Tis glory opening to the blest.
Their way to heaven was pure from sin,
And Christ shall there receive them in:
There, each shall wear a robe of light,
Like his, divinely fair and bright.
And Christ shall there receive them in:
There, each shall wear a robe of light,
Like his, divinely fair and bright.
There, parted hearts again shall meet,
In union holy, calm, and sweet;
There, grief find rest; and never more
Shall sorrow call them to deplore.
In union holy, calm, and sweet;
There, grief find rest; and never more
Shall sorrow call them to deplore.
There, angels will unite their prayers
With spirits bright and blest as theirs;
And light shall glance on every crown,
From suns that never more go down.
With spirits bright and blest as theirs;
And light shall glance on every crown,
From suns that never more go down.
No storms shall ride the troubled air;
No voice of passion enter there;
But all be peaceful as the sigh
Of evening gales, that breathe, and die.
No voice of passion enter there;
But all be peaceful as the sigh
Of evening gales, that breathe, and die.
For there the God of mercy sheds
His purest influence on their heads,
And gilds the spirits round the throne
With glory radiant as his own.
His purest influence on their heads,
And gilds the spirits round the throne
With glory radiant as his own.
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