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And is it so that I must die,
Ere long resign my fleeting breath?
Jesus, I on thy grace rely,
Who hast by dying conquered death.
Extract the tyrant’s fatal sting,
Nor let a cloud obscure the day;
That I on faith’s expanded wing,
May joyful mount and soar away.
Death is an entrance into life,
To those who are by grace prepared,
A stroke that ends our mortal strife,
And ushers in the great reward.
Leaning upon my Saviour’s breast,
I bid adieu to every fear,
While in his arms I sink at rest,
And leave a world of sin and care.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Song 8:5; Heb 11:25;
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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 | # 779 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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CELESTE
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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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1857
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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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| # 69 | A | | # 78 | A | | # 277 | Ab | | # 318 | Eb | | # 77 | G | | # 352 | G | | # 605.3 | No key | | # 606.3 | No key |
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