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Look up to yonder world,
See myriads round the throne;
Each bears a golden harp,
And wears a starry crown;
With zeal they strike
The sacred lyre,
And wish to raise,
Their praises higher.
But who, you’ll say, are these?
Once sinners such as you,
Till Jesus won their hearts,
And formed their powers anew:
With boldness then,
They owned his cause.
Embraced his truths,
Obeyed his laws.
Believing in his name,
They in his footsteps trod;
His righteousness their hope,
Their only plea his blood:
Lo, now they reign
With him above,
Behold his face,
And sing his love.
And shall we not aspire,
Like them our course to run;
The crown if we would wear,
That crown must first he won:
Divinely taught.
They showed the way,
First to believe,
And then obey.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 4 4 4 4
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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1 Co 9:26; Rev 7:14;
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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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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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