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O 'tis delight without alloy,
Jesus, to hear thy name;
My spirit leaps with inward joy,
I feel the sacred flame.
My passions hold a pleasing reign,
When love inspires my breast-
Love, the divinest of the train,
The sovereign of the rest.
This is the grace must live and sing,
When faith and hope shall cease,
And sound from every joyful string
Through all the realms of bliss.
Let life immortal seize my clay;
Let love refine my blood;
Her flames can bear my soul away,
Can bring me near my God.
Swift I ascend the heavenly place,
And hasten to my home;
I leap to meet thy kind embrace,
I come, O Lord, I come!
Sink down, ye separating hills,
Let sin and death remove;
'Tis love that drives my chariot wheels,
And death must yield to love.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1899 | # 388 |
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OAKSVILLE
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1839
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 295 | Ab | | # 388 | Ab |
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