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Come tune, ye saints, your noblest strains,
Your dying, rising Lord to sing;
And echo to the heavenly plains,
The triumphs of your Saviour, king.
In songs of grateful rapture tell
How he subdued your potent foes;
Subdued the powers of death and hell,
And dying, finished all your woes.
Then to his glorious throne on high
Returned while hymning angels round,
Through the bright arches of the sky,
The God, the conquering God, resound.
Almighty love, victorious power!
Not angel-tongues can e'er display
The wonders of that dreadful hour,
The joys of that illustrious day.
Then well may mortals try in vain,
In vain their feeble voices raise;
Yet Jesus hears the humble strain,
And kindly owns our wish to praise.
Dear Saviour, let thy wondrous grace
Fill every heart and every tongue,
Till the lull glories of thy face
Inspire a sweeter, nobler song.
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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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Ac 2:32-36;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1815 | # 44 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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HURSLEY
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1774,1855
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 577 | No key | | # 20 | No key | | # 15 | F | | # 412 | F | | # 302 | F | | # 942 | F | | # 24 | F | | # 333 | F | | # 541 | F |
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