| 901 |
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
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| 902 |
My hope is built on nothing less,
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| 903 |
Drawing near with full assurance,
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| 904 |
There's not a friend like the lowly,
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| 905 |
Jesus ! and shall it ever be,
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| 906 |
I was once far away from the Saviour,
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| 907 |
Give me the wings of faith to rise,
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| 908 |
Beautiful valley of Eden,
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| 909 |
When I shall wake in that fair morn of morns,
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| 910 |
Oh for the peace that floweth as a river,
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| 911 |
Gliding o'er life's fitful waters,
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| 912 |
Shall we all meet at home in the morning,
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| 913 |
Shall we meet beyond the river,
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| 914 |
Oh to be over yonder,
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| 915 |
In robes made white through Jesus' blood,
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| 916 |
Only a few more years,
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| 917 |
For ever with the Lord !,
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| 918 |
For thee, O dear, dear country,
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| 919 |
Oh, glorious hope of perfect love,
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| 920 |
Land of rest, for thee I sigh ,
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| 921 |
I sail . . in the light . . . that shines . .,
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| 922 |
The home beyond the shadows,
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| 923 |
We speak of the land of the blest,
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| 924 |
There is a home eternal,
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| 925 |
We would see Jesus — for the shadows lengthen,
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