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The pleasures earth can yield, are naught
Whose beauteous waves surround the soul
With seas of heavenly bliss.
HAPPY are they, and they alone,
The sweetness of his yoke they know
Which to his faithful servant's heart,
A never-fading prize.
And when this frail, frail life is o'er,
And bids their spirit rise
Unto those happy realms above,
Prepar'd for those who know his love,
Beyond the azure skies.
How bountiful and tender is the Lord!
Happy the children taught his yoke to bear; Not all the precious things earth may afford,
Can with the sweetness of his love compare.