| Song | For Thee O Dear Dear Country |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | For Thee O Dear Dear Country |
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For Thee, O Dear, Dear Country,
Mine Eyes Their Vigils Keep;
For Very Love, Beholding
Thy Happy Name, They Weep.
The Mention Of Thy Glory
Is Unction To The Breast
And Medicine In Sickness
And Love And Life And Rest.
O One, O Only Mansion,
O Paradise Of Joy,
Where Tears Are Ever Banished,
And Smiles Have No Alloy!
The Lamb Is All Thy Splendor,
The Crucified Thy Praise;
His Laud And Benediction
Thy Ransomed People Raise.
With Jasper Glow Thy Bulwarks,
Thy Streets With Emeralds Blaze;
The Sardinia And The Topaz
Unite In Thee Their Rays;
Thine Ageless Walls Are Bonded
With Amethyst Unpracticed;
The Saints Build Up Its Fabric,
The Corner-Stone Is Christ.
Thou Hast No Shore, Fair Ocean;
Thou Hast No Time, Bright Day,
Dear Fountain Of Refreshment
To Pilgrims Far Away.
Upon The Rock Of Ages
They Raise Thy Holy Tower;
Thine Is The Victor’s Laurel
And Thine The Golden Dower.
