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To us from the desert ascending
God giveth in Paradise rest;
Our soul after weary contending
Shall peacefully lean on His breast:
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There we shall escape from affliction,
From sin with its shame and its pain;
Enjoying the full benediction,
The love of the Lamb that was slain.
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From the hills of the Beautiful City
The way of the desert is clear;
What joy will be there in reviewing
The journey's meanderings here!
To look on the storms as they gather,
On terrible death and the grave;
While we shall be safe with the Father,
In peace on love's shadowless wave.
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While dying lips have murmured in anticipation
this joy of the heavenly retrospect from the hills of
the City, the gate of pearl has opened to many a
soul; and the faltering strain of earth has glided
imperceptibly into the choral song of seraphim and saints redeemed.
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