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The grave is now a favor'd spot,—
To saints who sleep, in Jesus bless'd;
For there the wicked trouble not,
And there the weary are at rest.
At rest in Jesus' faithful arms;
At rest as in a peaceful bed;
Secure from all the dreadful storms,
Which round this sinful world are spread.
Thrice happy souls, who're gone before
To that inheritance divine!
They labor, sorrow, sigh no more.
But bright in endless glory shine.
Then let our mournful tears be dry,
Or in a gentle measure flow;
We hail them happy in the sky,
And joyful wait our call to go.
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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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Job 3:17;
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MUSIC
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RETREAT
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1842
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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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| # 32 | No key | | # 319 | Ab | | # 296 | Bb | | # 432 | Bb | | # 50 | C | | # 129 | C | | # 164 | C | | # 766 | C |
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.) |
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