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So near are all thy saints to thee,
So precious in thy sight,
That thou O Lord, wilt ever own
And make them thy delight.
Thy sons they are, and daughters too,
The children of thy love;
And thy paternal kind and regard,
No more wilt thou remove.
No portion lies so near thy heart,
As Jacob’s chosen race;
On them is every gift bestowed,
From thine abundant grace.
When to release thy sons enslaved,
Proud Egypt felt thy power,
Sheba and Seba both were given,
Thy ransomed to restore.
Far great price has since been paid,
Thy favoured ones to save;
Thine own incarnate Son has died,
To rescue from the grave.
Then be thy saints for ever dear,
For ever near to thee;
And while thy church is my abode,
Oh be thou near to me.
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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 | # 642 |
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FINGAL
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1885
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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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| # 539 | D | | # 456 | Eb | | # 159 | Eb | | # 4 | Eb |
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