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Arm of the Lord, awake, awake!
Thine own immortal strength put on!
With terror clothed,
hell’s kingdom shake,
|:And cast Thy foes with fury down!
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As in the ancient days appear!
The sacred annals speak Thy fame:
Be now omnipotently near,
|:To endless ages still the same.
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Thy arm, Lord, is not shortened now,
It wants not now the power to save;
Still present with Thy people, Thou
|:Bear’st them through
life’s disparted wave.:|
By death and hell pursued in vain,
To Thee the ransomed
seed shall come,
Shouting their heavenly Zion gain,
|:And pass through death
triumphant home.
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The pain of life shall there be o’er,
The anguish and distracting care,
There sighing grief
shall weep no more,
|:And sin shall never enter there.:|
Where pure, essential joy is found,
The Lord’s redeemed
their heads shall raise,
With everlasting gladness crowned,
|:And filled with love,
and lost in praise.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1739
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Bible Refs:
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Is 51:9;
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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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| 1983 | # 433 | | 1954 | # 486 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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THANKSGIVING
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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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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| # 213 | D |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 8 |
echo ' | ';
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