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In life's earnest morningOn Our Way RejoicingOn our way rejoicing,
As we homeward move,
Hearken to our praises,
O Thou God of love!
Is there grief or sadness?
Thine it cannot be!
Is our sky beclouded?
Clouds are not from Thee!
On our way rejoicing,
As we homeward move,
Hearken to our praises,
O Thou God of love!
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Those Eternal BowersThose eternal bowers
Man hath never trod,
Those unfading flowers
Round the Throne of GOD:
Who may hope to gain them
After weary fight?
Who at length attain them
Clad in robes of white?
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