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Proud Babylon yet waits her doom;
Nor can her tott'ring palace fall,
'Till some blest messenger arise,
The ransom'd heathen world to call.
With cheerful steps may they proceed,
Where’er thy providence shall lead;
Let heaven and earth their work befriend,
And mercy all their paths attend.
Great let the bands of those be found
Who shall attend the gospel sound;
And let Barbarians, bond and free,
In suppliant throngs resort to thee.
Where Pagan altars now are built,
And brutal blood, or human spilt,
There be the bleeding cross high rear’d,
And God, our God, alone rever'd.
Where captives groan beneath their chain,
Let grace, and love, and concord reign;
The aged and the infant tongue,
Unite in one harmonious song.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Rev 14:6-8;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1815 | # 429 |
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SAMSON
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 617 | D | | # 572 | E | | # 290 | Eb | | # 418 | Eb | | # 311 | F | | # 683 | F | | # 834 | No key | | # 224 | Eb | | # 773 | Eb |
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