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The fire, with wild unbounded pow’r,
May ruin ev’ry earthly joy,
And in a swift, surprising hour
Our treasures, homes, and lives destroy.
But still the saint its rage defies,
And should destruction seize his frame,
His unimbodied soul would rise
And mount to glory in the name.
There stands a palace built sublime
In yonder heavens to which we go,
Secure from all the wastes of time,
And all the dire events below.
When vengeance, kindling all her fires,
Shall ride in ruin e’er the ball;
Saints shall enjoy their full desires,
Their God, their Saviour, and their all.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MELCOMBE
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 1 | No key | | # 520 | D | | # 520 | D | | # 4 | D | | # 75 | E | | # 927 | E | | # 155 | E | | # 273 | E | | # 347 | E | | # 356 | E | | # 161 | Eb | | # 268 | Eb | | # 678 | Eb | | # 40 | Eb | | # 219 | Eb | | # 253 | Eb | | # 303 | Eb | | # 363 | Eb | | # 394 | Eb | | # 597 | Eb | | # 80 | No key | | # 328 | No key | | # 17 | F |
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