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Show Old Hymns. Thare's Inm of music In 'em the hymns of lotiR ago And when some gray haired brothe- sings the onet I used to know, t sorter want to tako a liandl I think of days gone by. "On Jordan's stormy lnnkg I stand and ont a wistful cyel" There's n lot of music In 'em those dear. sweet h)mns of old With visions bright of land of light, and MilnliiK streets of gold: And I hear -i slnahm slnirlnir whers mem mlnn stands. "I roni fl s Icy mountains to In- dl is strands " An' so I lop the old hymns, and when my time shall come, Before the light has left me, nnd my slnKliiB lips nre dumb, If I can hear 'em sine them then I'll pass without n sigh To "t'annnn's filr nnd happy land, where my possessions p The Cooking Hub |