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Blow, golden trumpets, sweet and clear,
Blow soft upon the perfumed air;
Bid the sad earth to join your song,
“To Christ does victory belong.”
O let the winds your message bear
To every heart of grief and care;
Sound thro’ the world the joyful lay,
“Our Christ has conquered death today.”
On cloudy wings let glad words fly
Thro’ the soft blue of echoing sky;
Ring out, O trumpets, sweet and clear,
“Thro’ death immortal life is here.”
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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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1887
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Bible Refs:
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Lev 25:9;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BAIM
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1844
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