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How painful is the task,
A member to disown;
Once by the church esteemed and loved,
And as a brother known.
Could aught prevent the deed,
The solemn deed declared,
How happy is for us had been,
From such a duty spared.
But oh, the love of Christ,
The love of truth demands,
This neeedful, painful sacrifice,
This duty at our hands.
Should we at sin connive,
Or any evil spare,
How could we give account at last,
When Jesus shall appear.
His eyes as flames of fire,
Search all the churches through,
Nought can be hidden from his sight,
Though veiled from mortal view.
To him may we ourselves,
In faithfulness approve;
And while we mourn our humbled state,
Wait his reviving 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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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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1 Co 5:13; 2 Th 3:6;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. BRIDE
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1762
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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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| # 322 | Bb | | # 450 | Bb | | # 180 | Bb | | # 316 | Bb | | # 583 | Bb | | # 81 | Bb | | # 352 | Bb | | # 37 | Bb | | # 101 | Bb | | # 249 | Bb | | # 322 | C | | # 528 | No key | | # 233 | No key |
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