1 Beyond this gloomy night
Eternal beauties rise,
A land of love, a land of light,
Unseen by mortal eyes.

2 No cloud those regions know,
Realms ever bright and fair;
For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.

3 O may the prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith, and strong desire,
Bear every thought above.

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Blessy Christlin


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