The phrase "And when my frail tent here is folded" resonates through 2 hymns, touching hearts across generations.
And when my frail tent here is folded
...The city itself is pure gold;
And when my frail tent here is folded,
Mine eyes shall its glory behold....
The city itself is pure gold;
And when my frail tent here is folded,
Mine eyes shall its glory behold.
...The city itself is pure gold;
And when my frail tent here is folded,
Mine eyes shall its glory behold....
The city itself is pure gold;
And when my frail tent here is folded,
Mine eyes shall its glory behold.
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