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How great the treasure saints possess,
From the rich fountain of his grace,
Who is their vital head;
From Jesus their almighty King,
Their hopes and consolations spring,
And healthful streams proceed.
The strengthening staff, the chastening rod,
He wisely sends to their abode,
The bitter and the sweet;
Though poor, they real wealth enjoy,
Treasures the world can ne’er destroy,
Sufficient and complete.
Angels are theirs, a flaming guard,
Kingdoms and crowns for them prepared,
Things present and to come;
Rejoice ye saints, for all are yours,
This world with its abundant stores,
And heaven’s your final home.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1818 | # 316 |
MUSIC
Name:
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MERIBAH
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1839
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 552 | Eb | | # 227 | Eb | | # 308 | Eb | | # 592 | Eb | | # 349 | Eb |
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