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The heavens invite mine eyes
The stars salute me round;
Father, I blush, I mourn to lie
Thus groveling on the ground,
My warmer spirits move,
And make attempts to fly;
I wish aloud for wings of love
To raise me swift and high.
Beyond those crystal vaults,
And all their sparkling balls;
They're but the porches to thy courts,
And paintings on thy walls.
Vain world, farewell to you;
Heaven is my native air:
To bid my friends a short adieu,
Impatient to be there.
I feel my powers released
From their old fleshy clod;
Fair Guardian, bear me up in haste,
And set me near my God.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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MUSIC
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Name:
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STATE STREET
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1844
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 218 | Bb | | # 251 | Bb | | # 712 | Bb | | # 367.2 | Ab |
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