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And are we saints indeed,
From Satan’s bondage free?
How happy is our state,
Yet happier soon shall be:
His promise, God will never break,
Though he withdraw, he’ll not forsake.
Let earth and hell unite,
To rob us of our joy;
He’ll mock the vain design,
And all their schemes destroy:
Our faith though weak shall never fail,
Our dears though strong shall not prevail.
Then wake out tuneful tongues,
To celebrate his praise;
His counsels firmly stand,
And stable are his ways:
He aids the birth to which he brings,
And grace shall crown what grace began.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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1 Jn 4:4;
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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 | # 306 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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OLD 148TH
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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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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| # 161 | D | | # 108 | D |
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