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Hail that blissful day approaching,
When the sacred word shall spread
To the earth’s remotest regions,
And to life restore the dead:
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Shall acknowledge Christ their head.
Precious Bible, what a treasure
Is within thy pages stored,
Sacred promises and precepts,
Doctrines worthy of the Lord;
|: Streams of mercy :|
Flowing wide and far abroad.
By their influence, the desert
Shall become a fertile plain,
Buds and blossoms spread their beauties,
Concord there begin its reign:
|: Precious Bible :|
May it still new conquests gain.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 4 7 extended
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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1 Ti 6:3;
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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 | # 693 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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SICILIAN MARINERS' HYMN
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 8 7
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Dates:
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1794
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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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| # 588 | No key | | # 51 | No key | | # 601 | D | | # 31 | Eb | | # 426 | Eb | | # 581 | E |
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