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Here in the Vineyard
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Good old songs (Cayce book)
Here in the Vineyard of my Lord
I love to live and labor,
And be obedient to my God
Until the dying hour.
I love to see the lilies grow,
And view them all a standing
In the right place while here below,
Just as the Lord commanded.
We ofttimes meet both night and day,
A faithful band of soldiers;
We read, we sing, we preach and pray,
And find the Lord most precious.
But while we sing this mournful song
Our hearts are deeply wounded,
Perhaps we all may meet no more
Here in a congregation.
But if on earth we meet no more,
I hope we'll meet in heaven,
Where congregation ne're break up,
But dwell in sweet communion.
Where all the ransomed church of God
Shall meet no more to sever,
With not a sorrow, sin or tear,
But shout his praise forever.
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