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Oh what a pleasing sight,
A little heaven begun,
When saints in closest friendship joined,
Though many are but one.
No slander on their tongues,
The truth in love they tell,
Each other’s joys and sorrows share,
In sweetest union dwell.
Into the festering wound,
The healing balm they pour;
Jesus the Lord for them had done
Much more than this before.
His bright example, they
Still keep within their view;
Thus he on earth was wont to feel,
And thus was wont to do.
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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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| 1818 | # 641 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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VENICE
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1853
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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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| # 156 | D | | # 27 | Eb | | # 449 | Eb | | # 242 | Eb | | # 755 | Eb |
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