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The word of truth’s a spacious field,
Adorned with fragrant flowers;
A golden mine, where we may search,
And make the treasure ours.
Here streams of milk and honey flow,
Divinely rich and free:
Here Christ unveils his lovely face,
And bids us come and see.
Here’s living water, living bread,
And more than angel’s fare;
Million of souls have been supplied,
And yet there’s much to spare.
Here, as upon the tree of life,
Fruits grow of various kind;
And as in famed Bethesda’s pool,
We help and healing find.
Come then, my soul, these truths attend,
With humble hope and fear;
Here search for Christ, the pearl of price,
And thou shalt find him here.
Then widely spread his worth and fame,
let heathens hear his voice;
Oh send his word to every shore,
and bid the earth rejoice.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 13:46; Jn 1:46;
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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 | # 682 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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LLOYD
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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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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| # 50 | Eb | | # 79 | Eb | | # 29 | F | | # 230 | No key |
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