The other illustration from the hymns of Morgan
Rhys comes in less familiar form:
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O welcome, blessed morrow!
No foe, nor any sorrow
Can reach the land of life:
The conquering throng
Shall gather with song,
From all this world of strife.
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In Salem's tranquil regions
No sound of warring legions
Breaks on the music fair:
The Saviour will be
My heaven for me--
And no one sinneth there!
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The grave will be so peaceful,
Until the dawning blissful
Shall wake me from my rest:
And then I shall rise
With joy to the skies,
In Jesu's likeness drest.
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There is the crown of brightness,
And robes of purest whiteness,
And holy festival:
No evil is there,
No enemy dare
Approach its pearlèd wall.
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There God is ever glorious,
The Lamb is all-victorious,
O blessed Three in One!
My soul was a brand
Plucked out by His hand--
When shall His praise be done?
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