O the song of the soul shall not die nor grow old
Nor lang­uish nor pine in the home of our king;
But as ages fly on­ward new chords shall un­fold,
New me­lo­dies ris­ing in­spire us to sing.

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O the song of the soul!
O the song of the soul!
Forever in glo­ry the song of the soul!

And the fair gold­en harps in the hands of the blest
Shall thrill to a touch that no an­gel can give,
As we sing in that land where the wea­ry shall rest,
Of one who hath died that the sin­ner might live.

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And as ages fly on­ward, the worlds cease to be,
And per­ish the stars that in heav­en do throng,
Still the joy of the soul shall be death­less and free,
And death­less and free the sweet notes of her song.

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