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Christ is the bread which came from heaven,
The manna falling round our tent;
Not dearly bought, but freely given,
The daily food of every saint.
His sacred flesh is meat indeed,
Never were angels feasted so;
On this believers sweetly feed,
And every grace is made to grow.
Our table in the wilderness
Is with this rich provision stored;
Be thankful, oh our souls, and bless
The sovereign bounty of the Lord.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1818 | # 85 |
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Name:
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HOLLEY (HOLLY)
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1835
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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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| # 599 | Eb | | # 625 | Eb | | # 414 | F | | # 21 | Eb |
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