It
is our Savior who dwells on high
Whom
we should serve until we die,
And
sing his praises o’er and o’er
Until
we reach that golden shore.
And
with the angels around the Throne
There
we shall reap as we have sown,
And
find that God has always heard
Our
humble prayers and kept his word.
c.
March 1, 1890
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