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Proclaim the tidings near and far,
Go tell the blessèd story;
The grave has given up its dead—
The Lord of life and glory.
Sing glory, glory,
Glory hallelujah,
Sing glory, glory,
Glory hallelujah.
The Lord is risen, Oh, rejoice
Ye hearts grown sad and weary;
Let songs of gladness swell each voice
That bears that wondrous story.
Sing glory, glory,
Glory hallelujah,
Sing glory, glory,
Glory hallelujah.
Death has no sting for those who love
This risen Lord to follow;
Across their hearts the gloomy grave
Throws not its gloomy shadow.
Sing glory, glory,
Glory hallelujah,
Sing glory, glory,
Glory hallelujah.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 and refrain
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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1 Co 15:55;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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PROCLAIM THE TIDINGS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 and refrain
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