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Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there’s nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire
With eager hope and fond desire.
For there we shall for ever be
From sin and pain and sorrow free;
No sighs shall mingle with the songs
Resounding from immortal tongues.
No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares shall break our long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
Shall darken the eternal noon.
Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there’s a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire
With eager hope and fond desire.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1853 | # 562 |
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Name:
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MARYTON
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1874
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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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| # 320 | D | | # 456 | D | | # 518 | E | | # 63 | E | | # 32 | E | | # 128 | Eb | | # 451 | Eb | | # 385 | Eb | | # 426 | Eb | | # 122 | Eb | | # 11 | Eb |
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