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To God, our never-failing strength,
with loud applauses sing;
And jointly make a cheerful noise
to Jacob's awful King.
Compose a hymn of praise, and touch
your instruments of joy
Let psalteries and pleasant harps
your grateful skill employ.
Let trumpets at the great new moon
their joyful voices raise,
To celebrate th' appointed time,
the solemn day of praise.
For this a statute was of old,
which Jacob's God decreed.
To be with pious care observed
by Israel's chosen seed.
This he for a memorial fixed,
when freed from Egypt's land;
Strange nations' barb'rous speech we heard,
but could not understand.
"Your burdened shoulders I relieved,
(thus seems our God to say,)
Your servile hands by me were freed
from lab'ring in the clay.
"Your ancestors, with wrongs oppressed,
to me for aid did call;
With pity I their suff'rings saw,
and set them free from all.
"They sought for me, and from the cloud
in thunder I replied;
At Meriba's contentious stream
their faith and duty tried.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1696
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 81:1-7;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. FULBERT
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1849
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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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| # 108 | D | | # 205 | D | | # 8 | D | | # 189 | D | | # 48 | E | | # 1010 | E | | # 604 | E | | # 125 | E | | # 628 | Eb | | # 306 | Eb | | # 816.2 | No key |
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