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Hallelujah. C. M.
#439
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Good old songs (Cayce book)
And let this feeble body fail,
And let it faint and die;
My soul shall quit this mournful vale,
And soar to worlds on high;
Shall join the disembodied saints,
And find its long sought rest,
That only bliss for which it pants
In the Redeemer's breast.
Chorus:
And I'll sing hallelujah!
And you'll sing hallelujah!
D.C. And we'll all
sing hallelujah!
When we arrive at home. In hope of that
immortal crown,
I now the cross, sustain;
And gladly wander up and down,
And smile at toil and pain.
I suffer on my threescore years,
Till my Deliverer come,
And wipe away His servant's tears,
And take His exile home.
O what hath Jesus bought for me!
Before my raptured eyes,
And trees of Paradise.
I see a world of spirits bright,
Who taste the pleasures there;
They all are robed in spotless white,
And conquering palms they bear.
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Notable Quotes: The Church, as a body, can only manifest its existence by the signs or
outward practices which Christ ordained. No others belong to this
one fold. Believers may be hidden under Protestant agenda;
and may belong mystically and spiritually, but not openly and
manifestively to it. " Elder John M. Watson
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