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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>THE MORNING LAND</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“And there shall be no night there.” Revelation 22:5</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_c_r_crosby_fj_1872.jpg" alt="Fanny Crosby, 1872" width="131.333333333333" height="216.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_r_crosby_fj.html" target="_blank">Frances Jane (Fanny) Crosby</a>, in <em>Welcome Tidings</em>, by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_l_o_lowry_r.html" target="_blank">Robert Lowry</a>, William H. Doane, and <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_a_sankey_id.html" target="_blank">Ira D. Sankey</a> (New York: Biglow & Main, 1877).
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<p><em>Music:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_o_doane_wh.html" target="_blank">William Howard Doane</a> </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_m_mornland.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td align="center" width="200"><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_d_o_doane_wh.jpg" alt="William Howard Doane (1832-1915)" width="133.333333333333" height="188"><br>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of Denison University</span></td>
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<p>O how light to the soul are its crosses,<br>
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And how easy our burdens to bear,<br>
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When we think of that land over Jordan,<br>
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And the joy that will crown us there.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p class="refrain">O the bright morning land, the dear morning land,<br>
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The land where all sorrow is o’er!<br>
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We shall sit beneath the ray of a golden summer day,<br>
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Where the shadows will return no more.</p>
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<p>O how light to the soul are its crosses,<br>
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And the conflicts and trials we meet;<br>
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We shall soon lay down them over Jordan,<br>
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We shall lay them at Jesus’ feet.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p>O how light to the soul are its crosses,<br>
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O the mercy of Jesus, our Friend!<br>
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We shall praise Him for all over Jordan,<br>
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In our beautiful home beyond.</p>
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