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<h2>ONE SWEETLY SOLEMN THOUGHT</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“In my Father’s house there are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you.” John 14:2</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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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_c_a_cary_p.jpg" alt="Phoebe Cary (1824-1871)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="132" height="198"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_a_cary_p.html" target="_blank">Phoebe Cary</a>, 1852. The song was popularized in the Moody-<a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_a_sankey_id.html" target="_blank">Sankey</a> evangelistic campaigns in Britain. <em>The Congregational Quarterly</em> for October 1874 says:</p>
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<p>…it was written, she tells us, in the little back third story bedroom, one Sabbath morning in 1852, on her return from church.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Dulce Domum” (Sweet Home), <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_a_m_ambrose_rs.html" target="_blank">Robert Steele Ambrose</a>, 1876 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_d_dulcedom.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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<p>One sweetly solemn thought<br>
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Comes to me o’er and o’er;<br>
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Nearer to my home today am I<br>
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Than e’er I’ve been before.</p>
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<p>Nearer my Father’s house,<br>
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Where many mansions be;<br>
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Nearer today, the great white throne,<br>
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Nearer the crystal sea.</p>
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<p>Nearer the bound of life<br>
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Where burdens are laid down;<br>
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Nearer to leave the heavy cross,<br>
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Nearer to gain the crown.</p>
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<p>But lying darkly between,<br>
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Winding down through the night,<br>
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Is the deep and unknown stream<br>
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To be crossed ere we reach the light.</p>
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<p>Father, perfect my trust!<br>
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Strengthen my power of faith!<br>
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Nor let me stand, at last, alone<br>
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Upon the shore of death.</p>
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<p>Be Thee near when my feet<br>
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Are slipping over the brink;<br>
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For it may be I’m nearer home,<br>
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Nearer now than I think.</p>
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