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What dreadful spot is this,
And yet what pleasing place,
Sure here Jehovah is
In majesty and grace;
Here let our souls devoutly wait—
'Tis God's own house, 'tis heaven's gate.
'Tis here the saints abide,
On richest dainties fed ;
And Christ doth here reside,
Their Master and their Head ;
His life and love he here conveys,
And owns their prayers, and hears their praise.
Wherever two or three,
Are met in Jesu's name,
God in the midst will be,
Nor let them meet in vain;
In stately courts, or open air,
They still shall find him present there.
When in the open field,
As Jacob sleeping laid,
The Lord to him revealed
His presence and his aid:
Through Christ, the way, the angels trod,
From God to men, and men to God.
The Lord is never bound
To any time or place;
But always may be found
Among his chosen race ;
Then tread his courts with holy fear,
For God himself is present here.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Song #
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Name:
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DARWALL'S 148TH
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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Dates:
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1770
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 376 | No key | | # 228 | C | | # 23 | C | | # 12 | C | | # 117 | C | | # 619 | C | | # 202 | C | | # 210 | C | | # 20 | C | | # 678 | C | | # 108 | D | | # 36 | D | | # 86 | D | | # 154 | D | | # 268 | D | | # 342 | D | | # 546 | D | | # 111 | Db | | # 4 | No key | | # 235 | D | | # 21 | D |
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