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Had I the pinions of a dove,
How would I fly away,
To realms of light and joy and love,
In portals of the day!
O give me the wings of a dove,
To fly and be at rest,
To seek the bliss of Heav’n above
Which those who find are blest.
Tho’ thru this weary world I tread,
At morn, to God my Friend,
At noon, and e’er I seek my bed,
My prayer shall still ascend.
O give me the wings of a dove,
To fly and be at rest,
To seek the bliss of Heav’n above
Which those who find are blest.
O cast thy burden on the Lord,
Whose goodness doth sustain;
The tender mercies of thy God
Shall ease thy load of pain.
O give me the wings of a dove,
To fly and be at rest,
To seek the bliss of Heav’n above
Which those who find are blest.
So thou unmoved shalt pass along,
Thru life’s short fleeting day,
And carry in thy heart a song,
Until the sunset ray.
O give me the wings of a dove,
To fly and be at rest,
To seek the bliss of Heav’n above
Which those who find are blest.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 r 8 6 8 6
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Bible Refs:
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MUSIC
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Name:
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THE WINGS OF A DOVE
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 r 8 6 8 6
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1921
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