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Beautiful, peaceful Zion, / We've heard of thy wonders of old; … |
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The church of the morning bright, / Like crystal so clear her light, … |
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Church of God, thou spotless virgin, / Church of Christ, for whom He died, … |
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Now to the holy city / The faithful gather home; … |
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Glorious things are spoken of thee, / Thou city of God, thou home of the free; … |
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I love Thy kingdom, Lord, / The place of Thine abode, … |
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Have you walked about Mount Zion? / 'Round her towers great and tall? … |
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'Twas sung by the poets, foreseen in the spirit, / A time of refreshing is near; … |
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Without spot and blameless, O Savior, / What a glorious church Thou hast built! … |
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O church of God, thou spotless bride, / On Jesus' breast secure; … |
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The church has one foundation, / 'Tis Jesus Christ her Lord; … |
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Free from every carnal pleasure, free from all formality, / She is guided without measure, for the Son has made her free. … |
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I love the church of God, / The house that Jesus built, … |
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The light of eventide now shines the darkness to dispel, / The glories of fair Zion's state ten thousand voices tell; … |
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Men speak of "a church triumphant" / As something on earth unknown, … |
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In the awful age of night, / When the earth was struck with blight, … |
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Brighter days are sweetly dawning, / Oh, the glory looms in sight! … |
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To Jerusalem the new / Come the tried and faithful few … |
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There's a mighty reformation sweeping o'er the land, / God is gathering His people by His mighty hand; … |
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We stand upon the sea of glass, / That's mingled with Jehovah's fire; … |
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In a world filled with vi'lence and hatred, / Everywhere wars and turmoil we see; … |
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There's a theme that is sweet to my mem'ry, / There's a joy that I cannot declare, … |