O Lord, how full of sweet content
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O Lord, how full of sweet contentOur years of pilgrimage are spent!Where'er we dwell, we dwell with thee,At home, abroad, on land or sea.
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To us remains nor place nor time:Our country is in every clime:We can be calm and free from careOn any shore, since God is there.
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While place we seek, or place we shun,The soul finds happiness in none;But with our God to guide our way,'Tis equal joy to go or stay.