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447 – Long Upon the Mountains

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Long upon the mountains weary,

Have the  scattered flocks been torn;

Dark the dessert paths, and dreary;

Grievous trials have they borne.

Now the gathering call is sounding,

Solemn in its warning voice;

Union, faith, and love, abounding,

Bid the little flock rejoice.

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Now the light of truth they’re seeking,

In its onward track pursue;

All the ten commandments keeping,

They are holy, just, and true.

On the words of lire they’re feeding,

Precious to their taste so sweet;

All their Master’s percepts heeding,

Bowing humbly to His feet.

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In that light of light and beauty,

In that golden city fair,

Soon its pearly gates they’ll enter,

And of all its glories share.

There, divine the soul’s expansions;

Free from sin, and death, and pain;

Tear will never dim those mansions

Where the souls immortal reign.

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Soon He comes! With clouds descending;

All His saints, entombed arise;

The redeemed, in anthems blending,

Shout their vict’ry thro’ the skies.

O, we long for Thine appearing;

Come, O Savior, quickly come! Blessed hope!

Our spirits cheering, Take thy ransomed children home.