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Sweet place; sweet place alone!
The court of God most high,
The heaven of heavens, the throne
Of spotless majesty!
O happy place!
When shall I be, my God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?
The stranger homeward bends,
And sigheth for his rest:
Heaven is my home, my friends
Lodge there in Abraham’s breast.
O happy place!
When shall I be, my God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?
Earth’s but a sorry tent,
Pitched but a few frail days,
A short leased tenement;
Heaven’s still my song, my praise.
O happy place!
When shall I be, my God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?
No tears from any eyes
Drop in that holy choir:
But death itself there dies,
And sighs themselves expire.
O happy place!
When shall I be, my God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?
There should temptations cease,
My frailties there should end.
There should I rest in peace
In the arms of my best friend.
O happy place!
When shall I be, my God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?
Jerusalem on high
My song and city is,
My home whene’er I die,
The center of my bliss.
O happy place!
When shall I be, my God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?
Thy walls, sweet city! thine
With pearls are garnished,
Thy gates with praises shine,
Thy streets with gold are spread.
O happy place!
When shall I be, my God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?
No sun by day shines there,
No moon by silent night.
O no! these needless are;
The Lamb’s the city’s light.
O happy place!
When shall I be, my God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?
There dwells my Lord, my King,
Judged here unfit to live;
There angels to Him sing,
And lowly homage give.
O happy place!
When shall I be, my God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?
The patriarchs of old
There from their travels cease:
The prophets there behold
Their longed for Prince of peace.
O happy place!
When shall I be, my God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?
The Lamb’s apostles there
I might with joy behold:
The harpers I might hear
Harping on harps of gold.
O happy place!
When shall I be, my God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?
The bleeding martyrs, they
Within those courts are found;
All clothed in pure array,
Their scars with glory crowned.
O happy place!
When shall I be, my God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?
Ah me! ah me! that I
In Kedar’s tents here stay;
No place like this on high;
Thither, Lord! guide my way.
O happy place!
When shall I be, my God, with Thee,
To see Thy face?
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 and refrain
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Dates:
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1664
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 42:2;
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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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| 1889 | # 942 | | 1954 | # 653 | | 1869 | # 316 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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DARWALL'S 148TH
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1770
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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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| # 376 | No key | | # 228 | C | | # 23 | C | | # 12 | C | | # 117 | C | | # 619 | C | | # 202 | C | | # 210 | C | | # 20 | C | | # 678 | C | | # 108 | D | | # 36 | D | | # 86 | D | | # 154 | D | | # 268 | D | | # 342 | D | | # 546 | D | | # 111 | Db | | # 4 | No key | | # 235 | D | | # 21 | D |
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