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Angels, those heavenly flames,
Down to this world descend;
And to the meanest child of God,
Their ministry extend.
Prompted by love divine,
They to the cot repair;
And make the most impoverished saint,
The object of their care.
In danger and distress,
To his relief they fly;
His guardians while he wanders here,
His convoy to the sky.
They with each rising morn,
Their friendly acts renew;
But to their sovereign, not to them,
Are all their praises due.
‘Tis God who wings their flight,
‘Tis he inspires their zeal;
They go and come at his command,
And execute his will.
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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 | # 327 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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FRANCONIA
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1738
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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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| # 185 | No key | | # 488 | E |
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