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When war on earth suspended
His wild career of woes,
The Prince of Peace descended,
A guiltier strife to close:
Vain battles worms were waging
With their Creator God:
He came, and wrath assuaging,
Made peace with his own blood.
The storm that flamed and lowered,
Was calm at his command;
The rod of justice flowered,
Like Aaron’s in his hand:
That sceptre, love-revealing,
Rebels approach and kiss;
Its leaves are for your healing,
Its fruits —immortal bliss.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. THEODULPH
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D
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1615
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| # 106 | No key | | # 173 | Bb | | # 10 | Bb | | # 9 | Bb | | # 1157 | C | | # 151 | C | | # 114 | C | | # 9 | C | | # 160 | C | | # 84 | C | | # 98 | C | | # 139 | No key |
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