Is wafted on the ambrosial air;
Through endless years we then shall prove,
The worth of a Saviour’s matchless love.
O, that beautiful world! O, that beautiful world.
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P. M.
The sun-bright clime.
Have you heard, have you heard of that sun-bright clime,
Undimmed by sorrow, unhurt by time;
Where age hath no power o’er the fadeless frame—