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Home of the Soul. Pat's Pick, page 100.

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I will sing you a song of that beautiful land, The far-away home of the soul, Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand, While the years of eternity roll. While the years of eternity roll; Where no storms ever beat on the glittering strand. While the years of eternity roll. Oh, that home of the soul in my visions and dreams. Its bright, jasper walls I can see; Till I fancy but thinly the vail intervenes Till I fancy but thinly the vail intervenes Between the fair city and me. That unchangeable home is for you and for me. Where Jesus of Nazareth stands; The King of all kingdoms forever, is He, The King of all kingdoms forever, is He, And he holdeth our crowns in His hands. Oh, how sweet it will be in that beautiful land, So free from all sorrow and pain; With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands With songs on our lips and with harps in our hands To meet one another again.
 * : Between the fair city and me:||
 * : And He holdeth our crowns in His hands: ||
 * :To meet one another again: ||