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Nothing know we of the season
When the world shall pass away;
But we know, the saints have reason
To expect a glorious day;
When the Savior shall return,
And His people cease to mourn.
While a careless world is sleeping,
Then it is the day will come;
Mirth will then be turned to weeping,
Sinners then must meet their doom;
But the people of the Lord
Shall obtain their bright reward.
O what sacred joys await them!
They shall see the Savior then;
Those who now oppose and hate them
Never can oppose again;
Brethren, let us think of this:
All is ours, if we are His.
Waiting for the Lord’s returning,
Be it ours His word to keep;
Let our lamps be always burning;
Let us watch while others sleep;
We’re no longer of the night;
We are children of the light.
Being of the favored number
Whom the Savior calls His own,
’Tis not meet that we should slumber,
Nothing should be left undone:
This should be His people’s aim,
Still to glorify His Name!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1809
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 24:42;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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IRBY
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 7 7
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Writer(s):
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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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| # 139 | No key | | # 155 | F | | # 156 | F | | # 438 | F | | # 106 | G | | # 32 | G | | # 114 | G | | # 859 | G | | # 329 | G | | # 329 | G |
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