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Text: | When we land on that blest shore |
Text: | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath |
Author: | Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |
Text: | Then let our songs abound And every tear be dry |
Author: | Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |