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OUR FATHER'S HOUSE.
There shall be no more sighing
In our dear Father's house.
Upon the earth-road dreary,
Oh, we are growing weary
And homesick, till our Father
His children all shall gather
To that calm rest before us,
And all our lost restore us,
Then there will be no sighing
In our dear Father's house.
In our dear Father's house.
Upon the earth-road dreary,
Oh, we are growing weary
And homesick, till our Father
His children all shall gather
To that calm rest before us,
And all our lost restore us,
Then there will be no sighing
In our dear Father's house.
There shall be no more sinning
In our dear Father's house.
The earth-stains we inherit
Defile the captive spirit.
We've heard the tempter's wooing,
And risked our soul's undoing,
Our birth-right guilt hath taken
And left us crushed, forsaken;
But there will be no sinning
In our dear Father's house.
In our dear Father's house.
The earth-stains we inherit
Defile the captive spirit.
We've heard the tempter's wooing,
And risked our soul's undoing,
Our birth-right guilt hath taken
And left us crushed, forsaken;
But there will be no sinning
In our dear Father's house.
There shall be no more darkness
In our dear Father's house.
No sun will shine upon us;
But He whose love hath won us
Will lead us to the fountain
That flows from Zion's mountain,
And wash our robes to whiteness—
His smile is heaven's own brightness.
Oh, there will be no darkness
In our dear Father's house.
In our dear Father's house.
No sun will shine upon us;
But He whose love hath won us
Will lead us to the fountain
That flows from Zion's mountain,
And wash our robes to whiteness—
His smile is heaven's own brightness.
Oh, there will be no darkness
In our dear Father's house.
There shall be no more sorrow
In our dear Father's house.
All fetters shall be rended;
All mourning shall be ended;
No more of blinded straying;
No wordless anguish preying;
No partings, and no sadness,
But peace, and sacred gladness.
No, there will be no sorrow
In our dear Father's house.
In our dear Father's house.
All fetters shall be rended;
All mourning shall be ended;
No more of blinded straying;
No wordless anguish preying;
No partings, and no sadness,
But peace, and sacred gladness.
No, there will be no sorrow
In our dear Father's house.
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No more of slavish toiling
In our dear Father's house.
We seek no slumberous bowers
For these unwearying powers.
Life is, to be a blessing.
O'er sin the vantage pressing
God's own with glad endeavor
Shall work his will forever,
And find sweet rest in toiling
In their dear Father's house.
In our dear Father's house.
We seek no slumberous bowers
For these unwearying powers.
Life is, to be a blessing.
O'er sin the vantage pressing
God's own with glad endeavor
Shall work his will forever,
And find sweet rest in toiling
In their dear Father's house.
Oh, for the many mansions
Of our dear Father's house!
For purity from soiling!
For peace from sin's turmoiling!
Give, Saviour, faith untiring,
Give steadfast hope aspiring,
Give hearts that tried and proved
Shall rest with Thee, Beloved,
Rest in the many mansions
Of our dear Father's house.
Of our dear Father's house!
For purity from soiling!
For peace from sin's turmoiling!
Give, Saviour, faith untiring,
Give steadfast hope aspiring,
Give hearts that tried and proved
Shall rest with Thee, Beloved,
Rest in the many mansions
Of our dear Father's house.
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