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Hark, a voice! it sounds from heaven,
“Blessed in the Lord who die;”
Happy they to whom ‘tis given
To the realms of bliss to fly;
They indeed are truly blest,
From their labour now they rest.
All their toils and conflicts over,
Lo! they dwell with Christ above;
Oh, what glories they discover
In the Saviour whom they love;
Now they see him face to face,
Him who saved them by his grace.
‘Tis enough, enough for ever;
‘Tis his people’s bright reward;
They indeed are blest, who never
Shall be absent from the Lord:
Oh that we may die like those
Who in Jesus thus repose!
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 7 8 7 7 7
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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Rev 14:13;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1853 | # 206 |
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