Sweet dreams beckon me to slumber
Soft pillows call me to my sleep
I can almost see the mountains
They surround this earth in which we keep
Our faith: it is a blessing
Our love: it keeps us pure
For everything is here to witness
That dear Jesus is coming soon
So keep your lanterns burning
Filled full with His blessed oil
The New Jerusalem is coming
No longer will the saints have to toil
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