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How sweetly doth He show His face,
How gently speak and say,
Rise up. My love. My fair one, rise,
And come away!
Past is the winter and the cold^
The rain is o'er and gone;
The flowers appear upon the earth.
Now glows the sun!
The singing of the birds is come;
All listening now we stand;
The turtle-dove's low note is heard
Through all the land.
The fig-tree buds, the tender vines
Are fragrant as the day;
Arise, My love, My beautiful,
And come away!
My dove, who in yon rock of rocks
Dost in My love rejoice.
Come, let Me see thy countenance,
And hear thy voice.
Mine my Beloved is, I am His;
Among the lilies He
Feedeth, until the morning breaks
And shadows flee!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 4
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Bible Refs:
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Song 2:8;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. CUTHBERT
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Meter:
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8 6 8 4
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1861
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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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| # 236 | Eb | | # 251 | Eb | | # 191 | Eb | | # 312 | Eb | | # 283 | Eb | | # 436 | Eb | | # 207 | Eb |
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