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No longer of Him be it said,
“He hath no place to lay His head”;
In every land a constant lamp
Flames by His small and mighty camp.
There is no strange and distant place
That is not gladdened by His face;
And every nation kneels to hail
The Splendor shining through its veil.
Imprisoned for His love of me
He makes my spirit greatly free;
And through my lips that uttered sin
The King of Glory enters in.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1918
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 9:58;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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SHELTERING WING (GUILDHALL)
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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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1883
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