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What—though the arm of conquering death
Does God's own house invade;
What—though the Prophet and the Priest
Be numbered with the dead!
Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust,
The aged and the young;
The watchful eye in darkness closed,
And mute the instructive tongue:
The Eternal Shepherd still survives,
New comforts to impart;
His eye still guides us, and his voice
Still animates our heart.
Then let our drooping hearts revive,
And all our tears be dry;
Why should those eyes be drowned in grief.
Which view a Saviour nigh!
"Lo! I am with you," saith the Lord,
"My Church shall safe abide;
For I will ne'er forsake my own,
Whose souls in me confide."
Through every scene of life and death,
This promise is our trust;
And this shall be our children's song,
When we are cold in dust.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MEAR
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| # 302 | F | | # 326 | Bb | | # 625 | F | | # 143 | F | | # 347 | F | | # 365 | F |
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
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