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Quit this vain world, my soul, ascend
To regions far above the skies;
There dwells my Saviour and my Friend.
And there my noblest treasures lie.
There happy spirits ever sing
Their Maker’s praise with ardent zeal,
Pure is the tribute which they bring,
Transporting are the joys they feel.
In brightest robes of righteousness,
They in full chorus stand arrayed;
Angels themselves ne’er wore a dress
So dearly bought so richly made.
Lord, could I reach that blissful place,
In lofty accents I’d proclaim
The boundless treasures of thy grace,
And sing hosannas to thy name.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Rev 7:9;
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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 | # 808 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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BRYNTEG
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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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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| # 180 | G |
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