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S. M.
Waiting in hope.
Soon we shall meet again
When all our toils are o’er,
Where sin, and death, and grief, and pain,
And parting are no more.
2 O, happy, happy day
That calls thy exiles home;
The flaming heavens shall pass away,
The earth receive her doom.
3 Saviour, we wait the sound
That shall our souls release,
And labor that we may be found
Of thee in perfect peace.
C. Wesley.