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Long ere the lofty skies were spread,
Jehovah filled his throne;
Or Adam formed, or angels made,
The Maker lived alone.
His boundless years can ne'er decrease,
But still maintain their prime;
Eternity's his dwelling-place,
And ever is his time.
While like a tide our minutes flow,
The present and the past,
He fills his own immortal now,
And sees our ages waste.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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MUSIC
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DUBLIN (HOWARD)
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 439 | G | | # 272 | G | | # 588 | G | | # 378 | G | | # 751 | G |
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