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Dear Saviour, tell us where
Thy sweetest pastures grow,
Thither with haste would we advance,
Where living waters flow.
Direct us to thy flock,
With them may we abide,
Protected from the noon-day beams,
And resting near thy side.
How precious is thy fold,
To all the saints below;
Beneath thy tender watchful care,
They feed, and thrive, and grow.
Here, Jesus we would come,
In thine appointed way;
Obedient to thy high commands,
Our solemn vows we pay.
Oh bless this sacred rite,
To bring us near to thee;
And may we find that as our day,
Our strength shall also be.
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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 | # 607 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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DONCASTER (BETHLEHEM)
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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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1837
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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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| # 170 | C | | # 530 | D | | # 574 | D | | # 202 | D | | # 267 | D | | # 390 | D | | # 306 | D | | # 513 | D | | # 685 | D | | # 807 | D | | # 692 | D |
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