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City of the Son
There is a hiding place from all life’s woes
A city, where the weary and heavy laden may go.
A resting place where from the world, I am free.
A sanctuary of grace that welcomes all inside its gate.
A place where time must yield to eternal day,
and all sorrow and tears are wiped away.
A city where streams of blessings flow and no
pain, or heartache shall we ever know.
Sweet solace for the soul; how I long to go!
The gates of the city stand open night and day
refuge for everyone; life eternal in the city of the Son!
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