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Oh happy soul, possessed
Of all that’s great and good;
In robes of grace superbly dressed,
And fed with angel’s food.
All-conscious of her charms,
And hovering on her wings,
Amidst ten thousand dread alarms,
She smiling sits and sings.
What though the sons of strife,
Their malice spread abroad,
While they produce some present grief,
They bring her near to God.
Though censures fly around,
Yet if the Lord approves,
And conscience on her side be found,
The soul adores and loves.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1818 | # 507 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. BRIDE
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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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1762
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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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| # 322 | Bb | | # 450 | Bb | | # 180 | Bb | | # 316 | Bb | | # 583 | Bb | | # 81 | Bb | | # 352 | Bb | | # 37 | Bb | | # 101 | Bb | | # 249 | Bb | | # 322 | C | | # 528 | No key | | # 233 | No key |
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