Sweet fields

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When we come to Eden’s blooming fields,
Where there are no sad farewells
To Jesus we’ll render glad-some praise
Throughout everlasting days

Sweet Fields, all arrayed
With fountains and evergreen
The lamb shall be praised
And there we with him shall reign
In that land where golden harps shall ring
And the glorified shall sing
Where Christ in glad paths shall lead his own
And no pain shall ever be known
(Thanks to Kid Dutch, for sending these lyrics)