O, where shall rest be found
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O, where shall rest be found—Rest for the weary soul?'T were vain the ocean depths to sound,Or pierce to either pole.
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This world can never giveThe bliss for which we sigh;Its fairest glories shortest live,And all its pleasures die.
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Beyond this vale of tearsThere is a life above,Unmeasured by the flight of years;And all that life is love.
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Through Christ, the Life, the Way,May we that life obtain;And through the merits of his bloodThat endless glory gain.