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Oh, how blest the congregation,
Who the gospel know and prize,
Joyful tidings of salvation
Brought by Jesus from the skies!
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Knows their wants and hears their cries.
In his power rejoicing ever,
Walking in his light and love,
And foretasting in his favour
Something here of bliss above,
|: Happy people, :|
Who shall harm them? what shall move?
God will keep his own anointed,
Nought shall harm them, none condemn;
All their trials are appointed,
All must work for good to them:
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To their heavenly diadem.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 4 7 extended
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 89;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1853 | # 417 |
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