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REJOICING.
4 My soul would leave this heavy clay
At that transporting word,
Run up with joy the shining way,
T’ embrace my dearest Lord.
5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death,
I’d break through every foe;
The wings of love, and arms of faith,
Should bear me conqueror through.
269 S. M.
Rejoicing in ways of God,
1 MOW let our voices join
i To form a sacred song;
Ye pilgrim’s in Jehovah’s ways,
With music pass along.
2 Sweet flowers of Paradise
In rich profusion spring,
The sun of glory gilds the path,
And dear companions sing.
3 See Salem’s golden spires
In beauteous prospect rise,
And brighter crowns than mortals wear,
Which sparkle through the skies.
4 All honor to his name
Who marks the shining way,
To him who leads the wanderers on
To realms of endless day.
270 L. M
Rejoicing in hope of glory.
1 MAY I worthy prove to see
V' The saints in full prosperity ;
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