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How happy are the souls above,
From sin and sorrow free!
With Jesus they are now at rest,
And all his glory see!
"Worthy the Lamb," aloud they cry,
" That brought. us here to God :"
In ceaseless hymns of praise they shout
The virtue of his blood.
Sweet gratitude inspires their songs,
Ambitious to proclaim,
Before the Father’s awful throne,
The honours of the Lamb.
With wond’ring joy they recollect
Their fears and dangers past;
And bless the wisdom, pow’r, and love,
Which brought them safe at last.
They follow the exalted Lamb,
Where’er they see him go;
And at the footstool of his grace
Their blood-bought crowns they throw.
Lord, let the merit of thy death
To me be likewise given;
And I, with them, will shout thy praise
Thro’ all the streets of heaven.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Rev 14:1-3;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1815 | # 249 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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LLOYD
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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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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| # 50 | Eb | | # 79 | Eb | | # 29 | F | | # 230 | No key |
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