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1 Oh, where can the soul find relief from its foes,
A shelter of safety a home of repose?
Can earth's highest summit or deepest hid vale,
Give a refuge, nor sorrow, nor sin can assail?
No, no, there is a home;
No home on this earth, here the soul has no home.
2 Shall it leave the low earth, shall it soar to the sky,
And seek for a home in the mansions of high?
In the bright realms of bliss, will a dwelling be giv'n,
And the soul find a home in the glory of heav'n?
Yes, yes, there is a home;
There's a home in high heav'n; there the soul has a home.
3 Oh, holy and sweet its rest shall be there!
Free from all sin and from sorrow and care;
And the loud hallelujahs of angels shall rise,
To welcome the soul to its home in the skies.
Home, home, home of the soul;
The bosom of God is the home of the soul.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Oh, where can the soul find relief from its foes |
Title: | Shelter of safety |
Publication Date: | 1877 |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | [Oh, where can the soul find relief from its woes] |
Composer: | M. T. Haughey |
Key: | A♭ Major |