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Zion’s fair courts are my abode,
In which my God appears;
There he his promises fulfils,
Each saint his favour shares.
My God, I greatly love thy word
The record of thy will;
My heart dilates with holy joy,
When I its influence feel.
Its precepts guide, its threatenings awe,
Its promises delight;
It is my counsellor by day,
My comfort in the night.
My spirit for the sabbath pants,
That day of sacred rest,
To be divinely taught of thee,
And with thy presence blessed.
Come then, oh condescend to come!
And as it was of old,
Let me approach the mercy seat,
The covering cloud behold.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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WILTSHIRE
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1795
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 1469 | Ab | | # 246 | Bb | | # 406 | Bb | | # 589 | Bb | | # 1566 | Bb | | # 72 | Bb | | # 73 | Bb | | # 562 | Bb | | # 57 | Bb | | # 427 | Bb | | # 454 | Bb | | # 290 | Bb | | # 633 | D |
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