The Song of the Century

Lift up your hearts, ye sons of men,And catch a sweet refrain—The low farewell of a centuryBreathing a low sweet lullabyA surcease from all pain.

Sing, for the days of triumphBreak, and the night is o'er;To God in the highest gloryIs sung the old, old story,Heard on the Judæan shore.

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Rest for the Weary
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