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Where prophet’s word
and martyr’s blood,
And prayers of saints were sown.
We to their labors ent’ring in
Would reap where they have sown.
Oh Thou whose call
our hearts has stirred!
To do Thy will we come.
Thrust in our sickles at Thy word
And bear our harvest home.
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marker 99
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1864
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Bible Refs:
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MUSIC
Name:
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HARPETH VALLEY
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1966
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