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Events with prophecies conspire,
To raise our faith, our zeal to fire;
The ripening fields, already white,
Present a harvest to our sight.
The untaught heathen yet shall know,
The joy the Gospel doth bestow;
The slaves of Satan shall receive
The freedom Jesus has to give.
Come let us, with a grateful heart,
In their deliverance share a part;
Our prayers and offerings gladly bring,
To aid the triumphs of our King.
O God, accept our thanks and praise.
That we have seen these latter days;
Christ is beginning to be known,
Where Satan long hath held his throne.
O’er all the earth beneath the skies,
Sweet incense to His name shall rise:
Indian and Negro, Greek and Jew,
By sovereign grace, be formed anew.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 72:11;
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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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| 1853 | # 111 |
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