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Let unbelievers, void of grace,
Tremble at death’s alarms;
Fearless we meet its cold embrace,
With Jesus in our arms.
What tho’ the enemy should spread
His terrors all abroad;
Shall that the object be of dread,
Which brings us home to God.
Dismissed from clay, the spirit flies,
And near its Saviour shines;
The leprous house demolished lies,
And dust our dust refines.
Death, death is yours, ye saints proclaim
The triumphs of your Lord;
Jesus! oh may the sacred name,
Be loved, revered, adored!
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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 | # 784 |
MUSIC
Name:
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EVAN
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1847,1850
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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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| # 441 | No key | | # 512 | No key | | # 261 | Ab | | # 327 | Ab | | # 271 | Bb | | # 130 | Ab | | # 171 | Ab | | # 317 | Ab | | # 371 | Ab | | # 399 | Ab |
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