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'Tis hard, from those we love, to go,
Who weep beside our bed.
Whose tears bedew our burning brow.
Whose arm supports our head:
When fading from the dizzy view,
I sought their forms in vain;
The bitterness of death I knew.
And groan'd to live again.
'Tis dreadful when the accuser's pow'r
Assails the sinking heart.
Recalling ev'ry wasted hour.
And each unworthy part.
Yet, Jesus, in that mortal fray.
Thy blessed comfort stole,
Like sunshine in an autumn day,
Across my darken'd soul.
When soon, or late, this feeble breath
No more to thee can pray.
Support me thro' the vale of death,
And in the darksome way.
When cloth'd in fleshly weeds again,
I wail thy dread decree;
Judge of the world, remember then.
That tbou did'st die for me.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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MUSIC
Name:
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RICHMOND
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1792
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 101 | No key | | # 12 | F | | # 172 | F | | # 48 | G | | # 255 | G | | # 679 | G | | # 1 | G | | # 305 | G | | # 703 | G | | # 3 | G | | # 705 | G | | # 816.1 | No key |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
Name
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meter
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
echo ' | ';
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