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The Celeſtial Country.
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And celebrate in triumph
The year of Jubilee;
And the ſunlit Land that recks not
Of tempeſt nor of fight,
Shall fold within its boſom
Each happy Iſraelite—
The Home of fadeleſs ſplendor,
Of flowers that fear no thorn,
Where they ſhall dwell as children,
Who here as exiles mourn.
5.
Midſt power that knows no limit,
And wiſdom free from bound,
The Beatific Viſion
Shall glad the Saints around—
The peace of all the faithful,
The calm of all the bleſt,
Inviolate, unvaried,
Divineſt, ſweeteſt, beſt.
Yes, peace! for war is needleſs—
Yes, calm! for ſtorm is paſt—
And goal from finiſhed labor,
And anchorage at laſt.
