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Behold He comes! the glorious King
Whom once a cross upbore;
Let saints redeemed His praises sing,
And angels hosts adore.
The reed, the purple, and the thorn,
Are lost in triumph now;
His person robes of light adorn,
And crowns of gold His brow.
Dear Lord, no more despised, disowned,
A victim bound and slain;
But in the power of God enthroned,
Thou dost return to reign.
To Thee the world its treasure brings;
To Thee its mighty bow;
To Thee the Church exulting springs;
Her Sovereign, Savior Thou!
Beneath Thy touch, beneath Thy smile,
New heavens and earth appear;
No sin their beauty to defile,
Nor dim them with a tear.
Thrice happy hour! and those thrice-blest
That gather round Thy throne!
They share the honors of Thy rest,
Who have Thy conflict known.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1856
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 25:6;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BROWN
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1844,1867
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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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| # 38 | Bb | | # 410 | Bb | | # 753 | Bb | | # 159 | A |
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