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My Lord, my Love, was crucified,
He all the pains did bear;
But in the sweetness of His rest
He makes His servants share.
How sweetly rest Thy saints above
Which in Thy bosom lie;
The Church below doth rest in hope
Of that felicity.
Thou, Lord, Who daily
feed’st Thy sheep,
Mak’st them a weekly feast;
Thy flocks meet in their several folds
Upon this day of rest.
Welcome and dear unto my soul
Are these sweet feasts of love;
But what a Sabbath shall I keep
When I shall rest above!
I bless Thy wise and wondrous love,
Which binds us to be free;
Which makes us leave
our earthly snares,
That we may come to Thee.
I come, I wait, I hear, I pray,
Thy footsteps, Lord, I trace;
I sing to think this is the way
Unto my Savior’s face.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1683
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 23:33;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1925 | # 36 | | 1900 | # 38 |
MUSIC
Name:
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BEATITUDO
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1875
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 27 | No key | | # 35 | No key | | # 405 | Ab | | # 501 | Ab | | # 200 | Ab | | # 424 | Ab | | # 438 | Ab | | # 604 | Bb | | # 727 | No key |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
Name
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meter
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
echo ' | ';
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