There are songs of joy that I loved to sing,
When my heart was blithe as a bird in spring,
But the song I have learned is so full of cheer,
That the dawn shines out in the dark­ness drear.

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O the new, new song! O the new, new song!
I can sing it now with the ran­somed throng:
Power and do­min­ion to Him that shall reign,
Glory and praise to the Lamb that was slain.

There are strains of home that are dear as life,
And I list to them oft ’mid the din of strife;
But I know of a home that is won­drous fair,
And I sing the psalm they are sing­ing there.

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Can my lips be mute, or my heart be sad,
When the gra­cious Mas­ter hath made me glad?
When He points where the ma­ny man­sions be,
And sweet­ly says, There is one for thee?

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I shall catch the gleam of its jas­per wall
When I come to the gloom of the ev­en fall,
For I know that the sha­dows, drea­ry and dim,
Have a path of light that will lead to Him.

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