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How swift the torrent rolls
That bears us to the sea,
The tide that hurries thoughtless souls
To vast eternity.
Our fathers, where are they,
With all they called their own?
Their joys and griefs, and hopes and cares,
And wealth and honour gone.
But joy or grief succeeds
Beyond our mortal thought;
While the poor remnant of their dust
Lies in the grave forgot.
There where the fathers lie,
Must all the children dwell;
Nor other heritage possess,
But such a gloomy cell.
God of our fathers, hear,
Thou everlasting Friend!
While we, as on life’s utmost verge,
Our souls to Thee commend.
Of all the pious dead
May we the footsteps trace,
Till with them, in the land of light,
We dwell before Thy face.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1755
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Bible Refs:
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Zech 1:5;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 2005 | # 417 | | 1851 | # 443 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ABER
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1875
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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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| # 496 | No key | | # 120 | C |
echo ' | ';
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