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Long have I on the willows hung
This tuneless harp of mine;
Heavy my heart, and slow my tongue,
Unfit for songs divine.
And shall I ever thus remain,
So dark, so sad, so dull?
Awake my soul! Tho’ streams run low,
The fountain’s ever full.
With new displays of pardoning love,
I will my songs renew;
And could I feel as angels feel,
I’d sing as angels do.
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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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Ps 119:82; Ps 137:2;
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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 | # 249 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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HOWARD
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1825
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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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| # 25 | Ab | | # 172 | G |
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