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If God unveils his smiling face,
Heaven it is to me;
His church becomes a seat of bliss,
Where I his glory see.
How vain the charms that creatures boast
If once with this compared;
His service is divinely free,
His work its own reward.
To celebrate his highest praise,
His holy will to do,
Is my delightful sweet employ,
The course I would pursue.
When he is near, my griefs disperse,
Like mists before the sun;
When absent, darkness veils my skies,
And all my joys are gone.
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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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| 1818 | # 651 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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JACKSON (BYZANTIUM)
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1780
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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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| # 475 | C | | # 100 | D | | # 404 | D | | # 34 | D | | # 329 | D | | # 342 | D | | # 382 | D | | # 125 | D |
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