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Rest for the toiling hand,
Rest for the anxious brow,
Rest for the weary, way-worn feet,
Rest from all labour now.-
Rest for the fevered brain,
Rest for the throbbing eye;
Through these parched lips of thine no more
Shall pass the moan or sigh.
Soon shall the trump of God
Give out the welcome sound,
That shakes thy silent chamber-walls,
And breaks the turf-sealed ground.
Ye dwellers in the dust,
Awake! come forth and sing;
Sharp has your frost of winter been,
But bright shall be your spring.
'Twas sown in weakness here:
'Twill then be raised in power;
That which was sown an earthly seed,
Shall rise a heavenly flower!
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1899 | # 628 | | 1866 | # 1271 |
MUSIC
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SEIR
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| 6 6 8 6 (S.M.) | | 6 6 8 6 (S.M.) | | 6 6 8 6 (S.M.) |
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