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With joy, ye saints, direct your eyes,
Up to the world of perfect light;
Thither the happy spirit flies,
And faith and hope are turned to sight.
There living waters flow,
And floods of purest pleasure roll;
Such as on earth we cannot know,
And fruits celestial feast the soul.
The happy saint forgets his cares,
Substantial joys are all his own;
Troubles no more he feels or fears,
For ever seated near to throne.
There sits the Saviour and unfolds
The mysteries of redeeming grace,
While every humble soul beholds
The dazzling lustre of his face.
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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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Jn 17:24; Rev 22:4;
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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 | # 806 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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HERR JESU CHRIST DICH ZU UNS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1628
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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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| # 23 | No key |
echo ' | ';
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Hymn Writer
