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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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