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Rise from the dust, my drowsy soul,
Awake and live for God;
Lo, boundless seas of pleasure roll,
Around his blessed abode.
Arise and seize the starry crown,
Nor groveling lie below;
Exertion leads to high renown,
But sloth to endless woe.
Dangerous and steep is the ascent,
To Zion’s lofty hill;
Nor can the soul that’s negligent,
The arduous task fulfil.
The will divine must all be done,
A thousand lusts destroyed;
Th’immortal prize must first be won,
Ere it can be enjoyed.
Dear Lord, my feeble powers revive,
Nor let me move so slow,
Since I’ve so little time to live,
And so much work to do.
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Song #
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| 1818 | # 533 |
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Name:
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DUBLIN (HOWARD)
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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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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| # 439 | G | | # 272 | G | | # 588 | G | | # 378 | G | | # 751 | G |
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