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So did the Hebrew prophet raise
The brazen serpent high,
The wounded felt immediate ease,
The camp forbore to die.
Look upward in the dying hour,
And live, the prophet cries;
But Christ performs a nobler cure,
When Faith lifts up her eyes.
High on the cross the Savior hung,
High in the heav'ns he reigns:
Here sinners by th' old serpent stung
Look, and forget their pains.
When God's own Son is lifted up,
A dying world revives;
The Jew beholds the glorious hope,
Th' expiring Gentile lives.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1709
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 3:14-16;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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MUSIC
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Name:
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DOWNS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1832
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 683 | Eb | | # 775 | Eb | | # 149 | Eb | | # 229 | Eb | | # 233 | Eb | | # 303 | Eb | | # 329 | Eb |
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