By: Ardis E. Parshall - April 14, 2016 A Song By W.J. Mills We’ll sing the songs of Zion,Though now in distant lands;Our harps shall not belyingUntouched by skilful hands;The winds in flitting breezes,Will sweep the soundless string,And tune its lofty praises,If Saints neglect to sing. O Zion! long adored,By Seers and Saints of old,Thy blessings are restored,Thy beauties we behold;Thy walls are sure salvation,And all thy gates are prai...
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