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Happy the saints whose varied life
Is with new blessings crowned;
They like an ever fruitful field,
Are girt with mercy round.
But unremitting storms of woe,
For sinners are prepared;
Vengeance attends where’er they go,
And hell’s their sure reward.
Their firmest hopes and sweetest joys
Just like a shadow fly;
Conscience enraged will ever frown,
Their worm shall never die.
Plunged in the depths of black despair,
They’ll gnaw their tongues for pain;
And wish for death to end their grief,
But wish, alas, in vain.
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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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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Gen 27:27; Ps 11:6;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BEATITUDO
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1875
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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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| # 27 | No key | | # 35 | No key | | # 405 | Ab | | # 501 | Ab | | # 200 | Ab | | # 424 | Ab | | # 438 | Ab | | # 604 | Bb | | # 727 | No key |
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