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Come to the house of prayer,
O thou afflicted, come;
The God of peace shall meet thee there,
He makes that house his home.
Come to the house of praise,
Ye who are happy now;
In sweet accord your voices raise,
In kindred homage bow.
Ye aged, hither come,
For ye have felt his love;
Soon shall your trembling tongues be dumb,
Your lips forget to move.
Ye young, before his throne,
Come, bow; your voices raise;
Let not your hearts his praise disown,
Who gives the power to praise.
Thou, whose benignant eye
In mercy looks on all;
Who see’st the tear of misery,
And hear’st the mourner’s call;
Up to thy dwelling-place
Bear our frail spirits on,
Till they outstrip time’s tardy pace,
And heaven on earth be won.
---Alternative verses---
Ye aged, hither come,
For ye have felt his love;
Soon shall ye lift a holier song
In fairer courts above..
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1854 | # 1 | | 2005 | # 31 | | 1851 | # 3 |
MUSIC
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SAWLEY
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1860
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 741 | Bb | | # 424 | Bb | | # 633 | Bb | | # 1143 | Bb | | # 9 | Bb | | # 334 | Bb | | # 305 | Bb |
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