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Thy mount, oh Lebanon,
How fruitful and how fair!
No other mountain can with thee,
No trees with thine compare.
Thy cedars straight and tall,
Their lovely branches spread;
They shed a fragrance all abroad,
And form a cooling shade.
Such is my Lord to me,
Come then, dear Saviour, come;
Beneath thy shade would I repose,
And smell thy rich perfume.
Here let me sit to day,
Nor ever hence remove,
Transported with thine excellence,
And feasted with thy love.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Song 4:11; Ho 14:6;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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Name:
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SILCHESTER
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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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| # 55 | D | | # 86 | D | | # 242 | D | | # 363 | Eb | | # 722 | No key | | # 682.1 | No key |
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