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A living, loving, lasting word,
My listening ear believing heard,
While bending down in prayer;
Like a sweet breeze that none can stay,
It passed my soul upon its way,
And left a blessing there.
Then joyful thoughts that come and go,
By paths the holy angels know,
Encamped around my soul;
As in a dream of blest repose,
Mid withered reeds a river rose,
And through the desert stole.
I lifted up my eyes to see —
The wilderness was glad for me,
Its thorns were bright with bloom;
And onward travellers still in sight,
Marked out a path of shining light,
And shade unmixed with gloom.
O sweet the strains of those before,
“The weary knees are weak no more,
The faithful heart is strong;”
But sweeter, nearer, from above,
That word of everlasting love,
The promise and the song.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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Is 49:13; Is 51:3;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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HULL
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1798
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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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| # 360 | C | | # 531 | C | | # 553 | D |
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