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Prayer is the key for the bending knee
To open the morn’s first hours;
See the incense rise to the starry skies,
Like perfume from the flowers.
Not a soul so sad, nor a heart so glad
When cometh the shades of night,
But the daybreak song
will the joy prolong,
And some darkness turn to light.
Take the golden key
in your hand and see,
As the night-tide drifts away,
How its blessèd hold is a crown of gold,
Through the weary hours of day.
When the shadows fall,
and the vesper call
Is sobbing its low refrain,
’Tis a garland sweet to the toil-dent feet,
And an antidote for pain.
Soon our toils will cease,
and will come release;
Life’s tears shall be wiped away,
As the pearl gates swing,
and the gold harps ring,
And we enter eternal day.
---Alternative verses---
Soon the year's dark door
Shall be shut no more:
Life's tears shall be wiped away,
As the pearl gates swing.
And the gold harps ring,
And the sun unsheathes for aye.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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9 7 9 7
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Dates:
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1893
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 41:2;
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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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| 1893 | # 216 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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GOLDEN KEY
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Meter:
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9 7 9 7
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Dates:
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1893
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 216 | E |
echo ' | ';
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Hymn Writer
