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The Prince of life,
once slain for us,
Is now gone up on high;
Captivity is captive led,
And Christ no more can die.
His word is faithfulness
and truth,
"Behold, I quickly come";
And faith, that counts
the promise sure,
Can pierce the midnight gloom.
Far spent already is the night,
In hope we hail the day
Of our beloved Lord's return
To wipe all tears away.
Jesus, at the appointed hour,
In glory shall appear;
Then, fashioned by
His mighty hand,
We shall His image bear.
Soon shall the saints
with glory crowned
Dwell in that cloudless light,
And see their Lord in glory owned,
Heaven's constant sweet delight.
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LYRICS
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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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AZMON (DENFIELD)
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1828,1839
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| # 176 | No key | | # 485 | A | | # 76 | Ab | | # 117 | Ab | | # 129 | Ab | | # 440 | G | | # 587 | G | | # 178 | A | | # 296 | A | | # 717 | A | | # 109 | A | | # 187 | Ab | | # 239 | Ab |
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