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Zion, a mourner long,
Her new-born children sees;
And with surprise and pleasure asks,
‘Who hath begotten these?’
In solitude she sat,
While these estranged had been;
But lo, the rising morn presents
A new, a glorious scene.
The late beclouded sun
Its beams afresh displays,
The harps which on the willows hung,
Are now attuned to praise.
One here, another there
Are gathered to the Lord,
Trophies of his victorious grace,
And all-subduing word.
But oh, the happier day,
When round the blissful throne,
Jesus his scattered flock shall see,
Collected all in one.
Without a jarring note,
Or one discordant tongue,
Millions of millions there shall join
In one harmonious song.
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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 | # 650 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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FRANCONIA
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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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1738
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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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| # 88 | No key | | # 585 | D | | # 60 | D | | # 89 | D | | # 48 | D | | # 463 | Eb | | # 684 | Eb | | # 56 | Eb | | # 242 | Eb | | # 190 | Eb | | # 461 | Eb | | # 507 | Eb | | # 690 | Eb | | # 261 | Eb | | # 640 | No key | | # 329 | No key |
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