By: Ardis E. Parshall - February 28, 2019 The Home of the Saints By M. Clark An exile from Zion, sad, weary and worn,Surrounded with grievous complaints;Unfriended, I wander this desert alone,And pine for the home of the saints. When sickness or sorrow o’er burdens my soul,And my spirit with anguish night faints,I look on with hope toward the blessed goal —The peaceful abode of the saints. In the beautiful valley, the city of God,Whe...
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