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Death is no dreadful sound,
To souls who love their God;
With joy they leave this thorny ground,
And seek a new abode.
Behold the dawning day,
The saint extends his wings;
With rapid flight he soars away,
And as he goes, he sings.
‘Farewell, ye kindred worms,
That feed on dust below;
Yonder I see celestial forms
And haste to join them too.
Farewell, deceitful earth,
No longer boast thy charms;
In Christ I view superior worth,
And rush into his arms.
Let sinners, void of grace,
Fear their approaching end;
Jesus gives death an angels face,
And makes the foe a friend.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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2 Ti 4:6;
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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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MUSIC
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Name:
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BOYLSTON
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1832
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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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| # 420 | No key | | # 168 | C | | # 358 | C | | # 448 | C | | # 315 | C | | # 117 | C | | # 170 | C | | # 310 | C | | # 319 | C | | # 329 | C | | # 417 | C | | # 223 | C | | # 237 | C | | # 335.2 | C | | # 341.2 | C |
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