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THE CHOSEN OF GOD.

Oh, blest are they to whom 'tis given
To shine as radiant stars above,—
The sons of light, the heirs of heaven,
The tenants of a world of love.
No grief shall draw the swelling tear
Of anguish from the pilgrim's eye;
No wearying toil, no anxious fear,—
The conqueror never more shall die.

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No fierce disease, no chilling blast,
Shall e'er that better land invade;
Faith's vision there shall change to sight,
And glory o'er the scene be shed.
And there the peace that Jesus gives,
In every ransomed soul shall reign;
There parted friends shall meet in joy,
There mothers clasp their babes again.
O glorious world, in vain we strive
To catch a glimpse of joys so high;
Nor thought can reach, nor words describe
The scenes that glow beyond the sky!
With ardent zeal our souls are fired
To pass beyond affliction's rod,
The crown of endless life to win,
And reach the paradise of God.