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Us, who climb thy holy hill,
A general blessing make,
Let the world our influence feel,
Our gospel grace partake;
Grace to help in time of need,
Pour out on sinners from above,
All thy Spirit's fulness shed,
In showers of heavenly love.
Make our earthly souls a field
Which God delights to bless;
Let us in due season yield
The fruits of righteousness;
Make us trees of paradise,
Which more and more
thy praise may show,
Deeper sink, and higher rise,
And to perfection grow.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 7 8 7 6
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Bible Refs:
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Ez 34:26;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1889 | # 424 |
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