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Through all the lofty sky,
Through all th'inferior ground,
Th'Almighty Maker shines confessed,
And pours his blessings round.
Each year the teeming earth
With flowers and fruits is crowned;
And grass, and herbs, and harvests grow,
And send their joys around.
The world of waters yields
A rich supply of food,
And distant lands their treasures send
Upon the rolling flood.
To serve and bless our land
The elements conspire;
And mercies mix themselves with earth,
With ocean, air, and fire.
O that the sons of men
To God their songs would raise,
And celebrate his power and love
In never-ceasing praise!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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Name:
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FALCON STREET (SILVER STREET)
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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c.1770
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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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| # 282 | Bb | | # 680 | Bb | | # 709 | Bb | | # 9 | C | | # 249 | C | | # 375 | No key | | # 161 | C | | # 351 | C | | # 723 | C | | # 375.2 | C |
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