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Look up, my soul, to yonder world,
The lofty throne of God;
Myriads of saints around him stand,
Washed in the Saviour’s blood.
There they behold his smiling face,
And taste his richest love;
For them he suffered here below,
With him they reign above.
There Greek and Jew, and bond and free,
In holy raptures join;
The Word incarnate they adore,
And sing of grace divine.
Oh could I reach those blissful seats,
Like them my voice I’d raise,
And celebrate in highest strains
My great Redeemer’s praise.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Eph 3:15; Rev 5:12;
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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 | # 807 |
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