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    FATHERLAND.
  
  
    9s
  
  
    8s.
  
    "For
  
  
    where
  
  
    your
  
  
    treasure
  
  
    is,
  
  
    there
  
  
    will
  
  
    your
  
  
    heart
  
  
    be
  
  
    also.---Matt.
  
  
    6:21.
  
    Key
  
  
    of
  
  
    G
  
  
    Major.
  
    Silas
  
  
    W.
  
  
    Kay,
  
  
    1855.
  
    There
  
  
    is
  
  
    a
  
  
    place
  
  
    where
  
  
    my
  
  
    hopes
  
  
    are
  
  
    stay'd,
  
  
    My
  
  
    heart
  
  
    and
  
  
    my
  
  
    treasures
  
  
    are
  
  
    there;
  
  
    Where
  
  
    virtue
  
  
    and
  
  
    blessings
  
  
    never
  
  
    fade,
  
  
    And
  
  
    fields
  
  
    are
  
  
    e-ternal-ly
  
  
    fair.
  
    There
  
  
    is
  
  
    a
  
  
    place
  
  
    where
  
  
    my
  
  
    hopes
  
  
    are
  
  
    stay'd,
  
  
    My
  
  
    heart
  
  
    and
  
  
    my
  
  
    treasures
  
  
    are
  
  
    there;
  
  
    Where
  
  
    virtue
  
  
    and
  
  
    blessings
  
  
    never
  
  
    fade,
  
  
    And
  
  
    fields
  
  
    are
  
  
    e-ternal-ly
  
  
    fair.
  
    By
  
  
    faith
  
  
    its
  
  
    delights
  
  
    I
  
  
    ex
  
  
    -
  
  
    plore,
  
  
    Come,
  
  
    fa-vor
  
  
    my
  
  
    flight,
  
  
    an
  
  
    -
  
  
    gel
  
  
    -
  
  
    ic
  
  
    band,
  
  
    And
  
  
    waft
  
  
    me
  
  
    in
  
  
    peace
  
  
    to
  
  
    the
  
  
    shore
  
    By
  
  
    faith
  
  
    its
  
  
    delights
  
  
    I
  
  
    ex
  
  
    -
  
  
    plore,
  
  
    Come,
  
  
    fa-vor
  
  
    my
  
  
    flight,
  
  
    an
  
  
    -
  
  
    gel
  
  
    -
  
  
    ic
  
  
    band,
  
  
    And
  
  
    waft
  
  
    me
  
  
    in
  
  
    peace
  
  
    to
  
  
    the
  
  
    shore
  
    That
  
  
    bliss-ful
  
  
    place
  
  
    is
  
  
    my
  
  
    fa-ther-land,
  
  
    By
  
  
    faith
  
  
    its
  
  
    delights
  
  
    I
  
  
    ex
  
  
    -
  
  
    plore,
  
  
    Come,
  
  
    fa-vor
  
  
    my
  
  
    flight,
  
  
    an
  
  
    -
  
  
    gel
  
  
    -
  
  
    ic
  
  
    band.
  
  
    And
  
  
    waft
  
  
    me
  
  
    in
  
  
    peace
  
  
    to
  
  
    the
  
  
    shore,
  
    There
  
  
    is
  
  
    no
  
  
    trace
  
  
    given
  
  
    in
  
  
    any
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    books
  
  
    as
  
  
    to
  
  
    the
  
  
    authorship
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    above
  
  
    tune
  
  
    or
  
  
    words,
  
  
    so
  
  
    far
  
  
    as
  
  
    we
  
  
    have
  
  
    been
  
  
    able
  
  
    to
  
  
    find
  
  
    except
  
  
    as
  
  
    above,
  
  
    There
  
  
    is
  
  
    quite
  
    a
  
  
    similarity
  
  
    between
  
  
    this
  
  
    tune
  
  
    and
  
  
    some
  
  
    melodies
  
  
    in
  
  
    two
  
  
    or
  
  
    three
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    old
  
  
    books
  
  
    from
  
  
    which
  
  
    the
  
  
    outlines
  
  
    are
  
  
    taken.
  
  
    It
  
  
    was
  
  
    placed
  
  
    in
  
  
    the
  
  
    Sacred
  
  
    Harp's
  
  
    fourth
  
  
    edition
  
    in
  
  
    1869.
  
  
    The
  
  
    words
  
  
    no
  
  
    doubt
  
  
    are
  
  
    fragments
  
  
    of
  
  
    some
  
  
    published
  
  
    hymn,
  
  
    but
  
  
    so
  
  
    changcd
  
  
    as
  
  
    to
  
  
    make
  
  
    it
  
  
    difficult
  
  
    to
  
  
    find
  
  
    the
  
  
    source
  
  
    from
  
  
    whence
  
  
    it
  
  
    came.
  
  
    See
  
  
    Social
  
  
    Harp
  
    by
  
  
    John
  
  
    G.
  
  
    McCurry,
  
  
    1855,
  
  
    page
  
  
    142.