What power, then, O sinner, shall lend thee its aid?
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The Eden above.
We’re bound for the land of the pure and the holy,
The home of the happy, the kingdom of love,
Ye wanderers from God, in the broad road of folly,
O say, will you go to the Eden above,
Will you go, will you go,