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Come, shout aloud the Father’s grace,
And sing the Savior’s love;
Soon shall you join the glorious theme,
In loftier strains above.
God, the eternal, mighty God,
To dearer names descends;
Calls you His treasure and His joy,
His children and His friends.
My Father, God! and may these lips
Pronounce a name so dear?
Not thus could Heaven’s sweet harmony
Delight my listening ear.
Thanks to my God for every gift
His bounteous hands bestow;
And thanks eternal for that love
Whence all those comforts flow.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 132:9;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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OAKSVILLE
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1839
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| # 295 | Ab | | # 388 | Ab |
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