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Come All Harmonious Tongues
Your noblest music bring;
"Tis Christ the everlasting God,
And Christ the man we sing.
Tell how he took our flesh,
To take away our guilt;
Sing the dear drops of sacred blood.
That Jews and Gentiles spilt.
Alas! the cruel spear
Went deep into his side,
And the rich flood of purple gore
Their murd'rous weapons dyed.
The waves of swelling grief
Did o'er his bosom roll,
And mountains of Almighty wrath
Lay heavy on his soul.
Down to the shades of death
He bowed his awful head;
Yet he arose, to live reign
When death itself is dead.
No more the bloody spear,
The cross and nails no more;
For hell itself shakes at His name,
And all the heav'ns adore.
There the Redeemer sits,
High on the Father's throne;
The Father sees His will fulfilled,
And smiles upon His Son.
There His full glories shine
With uncreated rays,
And bless His saints' and angels' eyes
To everlasting days.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1707-1709
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Bible Refs:
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Heb 10:12;
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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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MUSIC
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Name:
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AIN
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 D (D.S.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1844
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ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 6 6 8 6 D (D.S.M.) |
echo ' | ';
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Hymn Writer
