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Jerusalem, exulting
On that securest shore,
I hope thee, wish thee, sing thee,
And love thee evermore!
I ask not for my merit:
I seek not to deny
My merit is destruction,
A child of wrath am I:
But yet with faith I venture
And hope upon the way,
For those perennial guerdons
I labour night and day.
The best and dearest Father
Who made me, and who saved,
Bore with me in defilement,
And from defilement laved;
When in his strength I struggle,
For very joy I leap;
When in my sin I totter,
I weep, or try to weep:
And grace, sweet grace celestial,
Shall all its love display,
And David's royal fountain
Purge every stain away.
O sweet and blessed country,
Shall I ever see thy face?
O sweet and blessed country,
Shall I ever win thy grace?
I have the hope within me
To comfort and to bless!
Shall I ever win the prize itself?
O tell me, tell me, Yes!
Strive, man, to win that glory;
Toil, man, to gain that light;
Send hope before to grasp it,
Till hope be lost in sight.
Exult, O dust and ashes,
The Lord shall be thy part:
His only, his for ever
Thou shalt be, and thou art.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D
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Bible Refs:
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Heb 13:14;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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BENTLEY
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7 6 7 6 D
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1867
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 262 | C | | # 345 | C | | # 362 | C | | # 1146 | D | | # 303 | D | | # 177 | Db | | # 251 | Db | | # 478 | G |
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