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To Naoma
The time is long
We suffer wrong
Enduring what may come;
Among the throng
Where we belong
With those who overcome.
We sing of bliss
Our song is this
His blood has set us free;
We dare not miss
Our savior’s kiss
Where joys eternal be.
Oh, glorious thought
For which we’ve wrought
For which we suffer pain;
And count it naught
Though dearly bought
The prize we long to gain.
In realms of light
Oh! Gorgeous sight
The city that’s foursquare;
All day, no night
No sin to blight
No sickness and no care.