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Now he’s ascended high,
And asks to rule the earth
The merit of his blood he pleads,
And pleads his heavenly birth.
He asks, and God bestows
A large inheritance;
Far as the world’s remotest ends
His kingdom shall advance.
The nations that rebel
Must feel his iron rod;
He’ll vindicate those honours well
Which he received from God.
[Be wise, ye rulers, now,
And worship at his throne;
With trembling joy, ye people, bow
To God's exalted Son.
If once his wrath arise,
Ye perish on the place;
Then blessed is the soul that flies
For refuge to his grace.]
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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SWABIA
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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1745,1847
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 552 | No key | | # 45 | No key | | # 198 | D | | # 329 | D | | # 391 | D | | # 224 | D | | # 599 | D | | # 179 | D | | # 222 | D | | # 453 | D | | # 661 | Eb | | # 107 | D |
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