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XXXI. “THE LORD IS THERE.”
“The Lord is there!”—O title high
Which o'er yon portal I espy—
Fair entrance of a City fair,
Fann'd with the breath of balmy air
Fresh from the Tree of life hard by.
Which o'er yon portal I espy—
Fair entrance of a City fair,
Fann'd with the breath of balmy air
Fresh from the Tree of life hard by.
All precious stones that charm the eye,
Pearl-gates with streets of gold that vie,
Must pale before that wonder rare—
“The Lord is there.”
Pearl-gates with streets of gold that vie,
Must pale before that wonder rare—
“The Lord is there.”
O City of the saints, though I
For your sweet rest and glory sigh,
Yet now your chiefest joy I share,
If in my heart Christ's peace I bear,
And hear One whisper graciously,
“The Lord is there.”
For your sweet rest and glory sigh,
Yet now your chiefest joy I share,
If in my heart Christ's peace I bear,
And hear One whisper graciously,
“The Lord is there.”
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