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1 |
While in this vale of sorrow, I travel on in pain; My heart is fixed on Jesus, I hope the prize to gain; But when I come to bid adieu To those I dearly love, My heart is often melted-- It is the grief of love. |
While in this vale of sorrow,, Stanza 1 |
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2 |
I'm on my way to glory; By faith I look above, And view the smiling Savior Which fills my soul with love; 'Tis this that so constrains my soul Poor sinners to entreat, To seek the Father's favor Upon the mercy-seat. |
While in this vale of sorrow,, Stanza 1 |