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Father, when shall all
the weary earth
Cease from sighing
and ring out its mirth?
Triumph in its grand,
immortal birth,
Into wondrous life with God.
Christ is coming
as the King of kings;
Shout, ye ransomed,
o’er the grace He brings;
Hark! the whole earth
with the welcome rings,
Hallelujah, praise His Name!
Savior, when shall
my poor sinful soul
On Thee all its sins
and sorrow roll?
Know Thy full salvation
and be whole?
When, my Jesus,
wilt Thou come?
Christ is coming
as the King of kings;
Shout, ye ransomed,
o’er the grace He brings;
Hark! the whole earth
with the welcome rings,
Hallelujah, praise His Name!
Enter now upon
Thy glorious reign!
Come and raise to life
what sin hath slain!
O’er my heart and
o’er the world regain
Thy dominion! Jesus, come!
Christ is coming
as the King of kings;
Shout, ye ransomed,
o’er the grace He brings;
Hark! the whole earth
with the welcome rings,
Hallelujah, praise His Name!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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9 9 9 7 and refrain
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Dates:
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1892
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Bible Refs:
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Rm 8:22;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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FATHER WHEN SHALL ALL THE WEAR
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Meter:
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9 9 9 7 and refrain
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