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Far from affliction, toil, and care,
The happy soul is fled;
The breathless clay shall slumber here.
Among the silent dead.
The gospel was his joy and song,
E'en to his latest breath;
The truth he had proclaim'd so long
Was his support in death.
Now he resides where Jesus is,
Above this dusky sphere;
His soul was ripened for that bliss.
While yet he sojourn'd.here.
The Churches' loss we all deplore.
And shed the falling tear;
Since we shall see his face no more,
Till Jesus shall appear.
But we are hasting to the tomb;
Oh, may we ready stand;
Then, dearest Lord, receive us home.
To dwell at thy right hand.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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MUSIC
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WILTSHIRE
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1795
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Song #
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| # 1469 | Ab | | # 246 | Bb | | # 406 | Bb | | # 589 | Bb | | # 1566 | Bb | | # 72 | Bb | | # 73 | Bb | | # 562 | Bb | | # 57 | Bb | | # 427 | Bb | | # 454 | Bb | | # 290 | Bb | | # 633 | D |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
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