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Earth, with all its dark and dreadful ills,
Recedes and fades away;
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly hills,
Ye gates of death, give way!
My soul is full of whispered song;
My blindness is my sight;
The shadows that I feared so long
Are all alive with light.
The while my pulses faintly beat,
My faith doth so abound;
I feel grow firm beneath my feet
The green immortal ground.
That faith to me a courage gives,
Low as the grave to go;
I know that my Redeemer lives—
That I shall live, I know.
The palace walls I almost see
Where dwells my Lord and king;
O grave! where is thy victory?
O death! where is thy sting?
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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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1870
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 23:4;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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SAWLEY
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1860
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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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| # 741 | Bb | | # 424 | Bb | | # 633 | Bb | | # 1143 | Bb | | # 9 | Bb | | # 334 | Bb | | # 305 | Bb |
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