Samuel Sebastian Wesley - Hawarden - текст песни (слова)

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There is a blessèd home, 
Beyond this land of woe, 
Where trials never come, 
Nor tears of sorrow flow; 
Where faith is lost in sight, 
And patient hope is crowned, 
And everlasting light 
Its glory throws around. 
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There is a land of peace, 
Good angels know it well; 
Glad songs that never cease 
Within its portals swell; 
Around its glorious throne 
Ten thousand saints adore 
Christ, with the Father One, 
And Spirit, evermore. 
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O joy all joys beyond, 
To see the Lamb Who died, 
And count each sacred wound 
In hands, and feet, and side; 
To give to Him the praise 
Of every triumph won, 
And sing through endless days 
The great things He hath done. 
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Look up, ye saints of God, 
Nor fear to tread below 
The path your Savior trod 
Of daily toil and woe; 
Wait but a little while 
In uncomplaining love 
His own most gracious smile 
Shall welcome you above. 
Lyrics: Henry W. Bak­er, 1861.