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Hark! what mean those lamentations,
Rolling sadly through the sky?
’Tis the cry of heathen nations,
“Come and help, or we die!”
Hear the heathen’s sad complaining,
Christians, hear their dying cry;
And the love of Christ constraining,
Join to help them, ere they die.
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marker 99
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 7 8 7
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1819
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Bible Refs:
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Ac 16:9;
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MUSIC
Name:
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CARNES
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1844
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echo ' | ';
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