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Lift up your joyful eyes and see
A plenteous harvest all around,
The crop matured, and not a grain
Shall useless fall upon the ground.
A harvest of immortal souls,
Prepared by sovereign grace and power;
Nor heat nor cold, nor winds nor storms,
Shall hurt, nor birds of prey devour.
An arm divine protects the saints,
Omniscience visits their abode,
And he’ll conduct them safely home,
Their kind protector and their God.
Oh happy day, when every sheaf
Ripened for glory shall be found;
When all the saints are gathered in,
The joy of harvest shall resound.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1818 | # 730 |
MUSIC
Name:
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CHURCH TRIUMPHANT
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1874
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 86 | A | | # 226 | Bb | | # 204 | Bb | | # 194 | Bb | | # 58 | Bb | | # 182 | Bb | | # 443 | Bb | | # 196 | Bb | | # 35 | Bb | | # 279 | C | | # 129 | C | | # 423 | No key |
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