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Earth to earth, and dust to dust,
Lord, we own the sentence just;
Head and tongue, and hand and heart,
All in guilt have borne their part;
Righteous is the common doom,
All must moulder in the tomb.
Like the seed in spring-time sown,
Like the leaves in autumn strown,
Low these goodly frames must lie,
All our pomp and glory die ; -
Soon the Spoiler seeks his prey,
Soon he bears us all away.
Yet the seed, upraised again,
Clothes with green the smiling plain ;
Onward as the seasons move,
Leaves and blossoms deck the grove ;
And shall we forgotten lie,
Lost for ever, when we die ?
Lord, from Nature's gloomy night
Turn we to the Gospel's light ;
Thou didst triumph o'er the grave,
Thou wilt all Thy people save ;
Ransom'd by Thy Blood, the just
Rise immortal from the dust.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7 7 7
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MUSIC
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TOPLADY
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7 7 7
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1830
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 286 | No key | | # 197 | Bb | | # 204 | Bb | | # 488 | Bb | | # 103 | Bb | | # 237 | Bb | | # 106 | C | | # 100 | Bb |
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