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Soft be the gently breathing notes,
That sing the Saviour's dying love;
Soft as the evening zephyr floats,
Soft as the tuneful lyres above,
Soft as the morning dews descend,
While the sweet lark exulting soars;
So soft to your Almighty Friend,
Be efery aigh yout pours-
Pure as the sun's enliv'ling ray.
That scatters life and joy abroad;
Pure as tne lucid car of day,
That wide proclaims its Maker, God.
True as the magnet to the pole,
So true let your contrition be—
So true let all your sorrows roll,
To Him who bled upon the tree.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BROOKFIELD (GIDEON)
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1855
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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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| # 302 | Ab | | # 281 | Ab | | # 522 | D | | # 590 | D | | # 142 | Eb | | # 465 | Eb | | # 302 | Eb | | # 854 | Eb | | # 110 | G | | # 142 | G | | # 346 | G | | # 1152 | G | | # 224 | G |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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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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