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There is a fold
whence none can stray,
And pastures ever green,
Where sultry sun, or stormy day,
Or night is never seen.
There is a Shepherd living there,
The Firstborn from the dead,
Who tends with sweet, unwearied care
The flock for which He bled.
There congregate the sons of light,
Fair as the morning sky,
And taste of infinite delight
Beneath their Saviour’s eye.
Their joy bursts forth
in strains of love,
In one harmonious song,
And through the
heavenly courts above,
The echoes roll along.
O may our faith take up that sound,
Though toiling here below!
‘Midst trials may our joys abound,
And songs amidst our woe.
Until we reach that happy shore,
And join to swell their strain,
And from our God go out no more,
And never weep again.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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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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| 1981 | # 279 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ALEXANDRIA
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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before 1902
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ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
echo ' | ';
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Hymn Writer
