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In the kingdom of the Lord, Dwell the good, dwell the blest, In the kingdom of the Lord, There is peace, there is rest. To that land my soul shall fly, When this pilgrimage, this pilgrimage is o’re, I shall dwell beyond the sky, With my Savior evermore. When the sun is sinking low, - PowerPoint PPT Presentation
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In the kingdom of the Lord,Dwell the good, dwell the blest,
In the kingdom of the Lord,There is peace, there is rest.To that land my soul shall fly,
When this pilgrimage,this pilgrimage is o’re,
I shall dwell beyond the sky,With my Savior evermore.
In the kingdom of the Lord,Dwell the good, dwell the blest,
In the kingdom of the Lord,There is peace, there is rest.To that land my soul shall fly,
When this pilgrimage,this pilgrimage is o’re,
I shall dwell beyond the sky,With my Savior evermore.
When the sunis sinking low,So oft I sing,
so sweetly sing,O that land,
to which I go,Where my Father is the King.
When the sunis sinking low,So oft I sing,
so sweetly sing,O that land,
to which I go,Where my Father is the King.
In the kingdom of the Lord,Finds my tho'ts its employ,In the kingdom of the Lord,
Is my hope, is my joy.Of that land so fair and bright
As I’m traveling, am traveling along,I can almost catch the sight,I can almost hear the song.
In the kingdom of the Lord,Finds my tho'ts its employ,In the kingdom of the Lord,
Is my hope, is my joy.Of that land so fair and bright
As I’m traveling, am traveling along,I can almost catch the sight,I can almost hear the song.
When the sunis sinking low,So oft I sing,
so sweetly sing,O that land,
to which I go,Where my Father is the King.
When the sunis sinking low,So oft I sing,
so sweetly sing,O that land,
to which I go,Where my Father is the King.
In the kingdom of the Lord,Thru the bowers I shall roam,In the kingdom of the Lord,In my bright heav'nly homeTo that land are my desires,There’s my Savior’s blest,
my Savior’s blestUnto Thee my heart aspires,
Dearest homeland of my God.
In the kingdom of the Lord,Thru the bowers I shall roam,In the kingdom of the Lord,In my bright heav'nly homeTo that land are my desires,There’s my Savior’s blest,
my Savior’s blestUnto Thee my heart aspires,
Dearest homeland of my God.
When the sunis sinking low,So oft I sing,
so sweetly sing,O that land,
to which I go,Where my Father is the King.
When the sunis sinking low,So oft I sing,
so sweetly sing,O that land,
to which I go,Where my Father is the King.
