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I come, the Saviour cries,
Ye longing souls, I come;
Then gently through the yielding skies,
He bears his children home.
Long has the aspiring saint
Stood waiting for the call,
And joyful now without a 'plaint,
Can leave this empty ball.
His cheerful look bespeaks,
A soul prepared to die;
Through all its bonds the spirit breaks,
Nor gives a parting sigh.
Of God and heaven possessed,
He now forgets his cares;
Nor sorrow more disturbs his rest,
Nor sin revives his fears.
But careless sinners, who
In slumbers spend their days,
Shall pass through scenes of various woe,
In one eternal maze.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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BOYLSTON
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1832
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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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| # 420 | No key | | # 168 | C | | # 358 | C | | # 448 | C | | # 315 | C | | # 117 | C | | # 170 | C | | # 310 | C | | # 319 | C | | # 329 | C | | # 417 | C | | # 223 | C | | # 237 | C | | # 335.2 | C | | # 341.2 | C |
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