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Children.

"Eye hath not seen it, my gentle child,
Ear hath not heard its sweet f songs so | mild;
Dreams cannot picture a world so fair;
Sorrow and death may not | enter | there;
Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom;
Far beyond the clouds, and be- | yond the tomb,
It is there, my child, it is there, my child!"

PRAISE

TO GOD.

C.

C.

Teacher, no, our hearts aspire
To adore the King of kings!

8. T. Children, do you wish to know
All his truth, and | learn his | ways?
Teacher, yes, our feet would go
To the temple | of his praise.
Children, when our praise below
Ceases, shall it | rise a- | gain?
Teacher, yes, to heaven we go-
There in God's own | love to | reign
CHORUS. Teacher, yes, to heaven we go-

4. T.

C.

There in God's own I love to | reign