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How pleased was I to hear
The friend of Zion say,
Now to her courts let us repair,
And keep the solemn day.
Shall they invite in vain?
No! there I long to be,
Where heavenly wisdom I may gain,
And still new wonders see.
Hither the rich and poor
Their various offerings bring;
And in harmonious strains adore
Their Maker and their King.
Here beams of mercy shine,
And streams of goodness flow;
Here we may feast on joys divine,
And taste of heaven below.
Here would I ever stay,
Or if I must remove,
Come, angels, bear me swift away,
To brighter scenes above.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 27:4; Ps 122:1;
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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 | # 575 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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SHIRLAND
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.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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| # 253 | G | | # 341 | G | | # 761 | G |
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