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We sing the Saviour's wondrous death--
He conquer'd when he fell:
'Tis finish'd, said his dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell.
'Tis finish'd, our Immanuel cries,
The dreadful work is done;
Hence shall his sov'reign throne arise,
His kingdom is begun.
His cross a sure foundation laid
For glory and renown,
When through the regions of the dead
He pass'd to reach the crown.
Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
His praises to record;
Sweet be the accents of your songs
To your victorious Lord.
Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise;
Let heav'n and all created things
Sound our Immanuel's praise!
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LYRICS
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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BELMONT
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1812
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 371 | No key | | # 272 | Ab | | # 540 | Ab | | # 154 | Ab | | # 339 | Eb | | # 183 | G | | # 489 | G | | # 663 | G | | # 766 | G | | # 274 | G | | # 285 | G | | # 312 | G | | # 431 | No key | | # 196 | G | | # 522 | G | | # 707 | G |
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