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Come, sacred Spirit, from above,
And fill the coldest heart with love;
Soften to flesh the flinty stone,
And let thy God-like pow'r be known.
Speak, Thou, and from the haughtiest eyes.
Shall floods of pious sorrow rise;
While all their glowing souls are borne.
To seek that grace which now they scorn.
Oh, let a holy flock await,
Num'rous around thy temple gate,
Each pressing on with zeal to be,
A living sacrifice to thee.
In answer to our fervent cries.
Give us to see thy church arise;
Or, if that blessing seem too great,
Give us to mourn its low estate.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ez 36:37;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ROCKINGHAM (Miller)
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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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1790
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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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| # 233 | No key | | # 596 | D | | # 265 | Eb | | # 281 | Eb | | # 151 | Eb | | # 115 | Eb | | # 180 | Eb | | # 182 | Eb | | # 217 | Eb | | # 322 | Eb | | # 459 | Eb | | # 108 | Eb | | # 317 | Eb | | # 317 | Eb | | # 69 | F |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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