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The ransomed spirit to her home,
The clime of cloudless beauty, flies
No more on stormy seas to roam.
She hails her haven in the skies:
But cheerless are those heavenly fields.
The cloudless clime no pleasure yields,
There is no bliss in bow'rs above.
If thou art absent. Holy Lord!
The cherub near the viewless throne
Hath smote the harp with trembling hand;
And one with incense-fire hath flown.
To touch with flame th' angel-band:
But tuneless is the quiv'ring string.
No melody can Gabriel bring,
Mute are its arches, when above
The harps of heaven wake not to Love!
Earth, sea, and sky one language speak,
In harmony that sooths the soul;
'Tis heard when scarce the zephyrs wake.
And when on thunders, thunders roll:
That voice is heard and tumults cease,
It whispers to the bosom peace;
O speak, Inspirer, from above.
And cheer our hearts, Celestial Love!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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MUSIC
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Name:
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HOLLEY (HOLLY)
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1835
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 599 | Eb | | # 625 | Eb | | # 414 | F | | # 21 | Eb |
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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