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Earth has engross'd my love too long!
'Tis time I lift mine eyes
Upward, dear Father, to thy throne,
And to my native skies.
There the blest man, my Saviour, sits:
The God! how bright he shines!
And scatters infinite delights
On all the happy minds.
Seraphs, with elevated strains.
Circle the throne around;
And move and charm the starry plains
With an immortal sound.
Jesus, the Lord, their harps employs:—
Jesus, my love, they sing!
Jesus, the life of all our joys.
Sounds sweet from ev'ry string.
Now let me mount and join their song,
And be an angel too;
My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue,
Here's joyful work for you.
I would begin the music here,
And so my soul should rise;
Oh, for some heav'nly notes to bear
My passions to the skies.
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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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Name:
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SAWLEY
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1860
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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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| # 741 | Bb | | # 424 | Bb | | # 633 | Bb | | # 1143 | Bb | | # 9 | Bb | | # 334 | Bb | | # 305 | Bb |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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meter
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
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