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“OH! FOR THAT CITY, FAIR AND BRIGHT.”
Oh! for that city, fair and bright,
Which shall not pass away;
The glory of The Lord its light,
The Lamb its sunless day.
Which shall not pass away;
The glory of The Lord its light,
The Lamb its sunless day.
Whose gates are pearl, whose street is gold,
Whose wall of jasper stands
On precious stones of worth untold,
Reared not by mortal hands.
Whose wall of jasper stands
On precious stones of worth untold,
Reared not by mortal hands.
Where tears are wiped from every eye,
And none with anguish groan;—
Death lost in immortality!
And “former things unknown.”
And none with anguish groan;—
Death lost in immortality!
And “former things unknown.”
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Who only shall admittance win?
The nations of the saved!
Whom Jesus hath redeemed from sin,
And in his blood hath laved.
The nations of the saved!
Whom Jesus hath redeemed from sin,
And in his blood hath laved.
Who shall in no wise enter there?
Those who their Lord deny,
Who have not knelt to Him in prayer,
But trusted to a lie.
Those who their Lord deny,
Who have not knelt to Him in prayer,
But trusted to a lie.
My unknown reader, whatsoe'er
May be thy sect or name,
Ask of thy heart with reverent fear,
Can I an entrance claim?
May be thy sect or name,
Ask of thy heart with reverent fear,
Can I an entrance claim?
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