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Song Lyrics
The ships glide in at the harbor's mouth
And the ships sail out to sea
And the wind that sweeps from the sunny south
Is sweet as sweet as can be
There's a world of toil and a world of pains
And a world of trouble and care
But O in a world where our Father reigns
There is gladness ev'ry where!
The harvest waves in the breezy morn
And the men go forth to reap
The fullness comes to the tasselled corn
Whether we wake or sleep
And far on the hills by feet untrod
There are blossoms that scent the air
For O in this world of our Father, God
There is beauty ev'ry where!
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