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My God, what endless pleasures dwell
Above at thy right hand
Thy courts below, how amiable!
Where all thy graces stand!
The swallow near thy temple lies,
And chirps a cheerful note;
The lark mounts upward to the skies,
And tunes her warbling throat:
And we, when in thy presence, Lord,
We shout with joyful tongues;
Or sitting round our Father's board,
We crown the feast with songs.
While Jesus shines with quick'ning grace,
We sing, and mount on high;
But if a frown becloud his face,
We faint, and tire, and die.
[Just as we see the lonesome dove
Bemoan her widowed state,
Wand'ring she flies through all the grove,
And mourns her loving mate;
Just so our thoughts from thing to thing
In restless circles rove;
Just so we droop and hang the wing,
When Jesus hides his love.]
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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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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Name:
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LONDON NEW
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1671,1968
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 335 | D | | # 42 | D | | # 218 | D | | # 65 | D | | # 335 | D | | # 258 | Eb | | # 224 | Eb | | # 373 | Eb |
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