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422b Whitney

There is a land, a happy land,
Where tears are wiped away
From ev'ry eye by God's own hand,
And night is turn'd to day.

There is a home, a happy home,
Where wayworn trav'llers rest,
Where toil and languor never come,
And ev'ry man is blest.

There is a crown, a dazzling crown,
Bedeck'd with jewels fair,
And priests and kings of high renown,
That crown of glory wear.

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