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Rh There from God's throne floweth life's crystal river; There shines the day that will end not in night. Beautiful city, sweet rest for earth's weary! When will life's pilgrimage journey be o'er? Beautiful country! ah, when shall I see thee? When shall I stand on thy evergreen shore? Beautiful gate! through thy opening portals, When shall I enter, to pass forth no more?