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Look down with kind regard,
On these thy servants, Lord;
With joy have they received,
And loved thy holy word:
They fear it much,
Enjoy it more,
Since they have felt
Its saving power.
And now at thy command,
They come to be baptised;
A rite by thee ordained,
And not by man devised:
Oh may it, Lord,
To them be blessed,
Each grace divine
Be now increased.
This sacred rite to own,
Descend, celestial Dove;
Expand thy balmy wings,
And on these waters move,
That they may be
A grave to sin,
And these arise
To life divine.
May they from hence depart,
Inflamed with holy zeal,
And cheerfully perform
Their heavenly Father’s will:
From fear released,
And guilty shame,
May they exalt
His glorious name.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 4 4 4 4
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Ac 2:41;
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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 | # 618 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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OLD 148TH
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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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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| # 161 | D | | # 108 | D |
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