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How blessed the shining forms above,
Who dwell so near their God;
They ever taste his richest love,
Nor fear his lifted rod.
Thus freed from every toil and care,
Fain would we leave our clay;
Some friendly seraph, come and bear,
Our lingering souls away.
When shall we reach the blissful shore,
Lord, call thy prisoners home;
Our hearts and joys are gone before,
Come death, and Jesus, come.
But why impatient of delay,
So eager to be gone?
Our God commands a longer stay,
His sovereign will be done.
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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 | # 819 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ARLINGTON
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1762,1784
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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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| # 482 | F | | # 372 | F | | # 39 | G | | # 255 | G | | # 405 | G | | # 142 | G | | # 261 | G | | # 440 | G | | # 656 | G | | # 155 | F | | # 207 | F |
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