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We rear not a temple,
like Judah’s of old,
Whose portals were marble,
whose vaultings were gold;
No incense is lighted,
no victims are slain,
No monarch kneels praying
to hallow the fane.
More simple and lowly
the walls that we raise,
And humbler the pomp
of procession and praise,
Where the heart is
the altar whence incense shall roll,
And Messiah the King
Who shall pray for the soul.
O Father, come in!
but not in the cloud
Which filled the bright courts
where Thy chosen ones bowed;
But come in that Spirit
of glory and grace,
Which beams on the soul
and illumines the face.
O come in the power
of Thy life giving Word,
And reveal to each heart
its Redeemer and Lord;
Till faith bring the peace
to the penitent giv’n,
And love fill the air with
the fragrance of Heav’n.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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11 11 11 11
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Dates:
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1839
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 18:20;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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CRADLE SONG
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Meter:
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11 11 11 11
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1895
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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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| # 119 | No key | | # 158 | F | | # 36 | F | | # 734 | F | | # 145 | F | | # 94 | F |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 11 11 11 11 | | 11 11 11 11 | | 11 11 11 11 |
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