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Our Father has planted a beautiful tree,
Whose evergreen branches His children behold;
They walk ’neath its shade in the City above,
Whose gates are of pearl and whose streets are of gold.

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We may eat of the beautiful tree of life,
That stands in the midst of the City so fair;
We may eat of its fruit and be healed with its leaves;
No hunger, no sickness, no sorrow is there.

Beside the pure river of crystal it grows,
And yieldeth its fruit every month, we are told;
Its leaves for the healing of nations designed,
The nations who dwell in that City of gold.

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The hand of the Savior will wipe every tear,
And banish forever the darkness of night;
Sweet anthems eternal that region shall fill,
The Lord is its glory, the Lord is its light.

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