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Cheered with thy converse, Lord, I trace-
The desert with delight;
Through all the gloom, one smile of thine
Can dissipate the night.
Nor shall I through eternal days
A restless pilgrim roam;
Thy hand, that now directs my course,
Shall soon convey me home.
I ask not Enoch's rapturous flight
To realms of heavenly day;
Nor seek Elijah's fiery steeds,
To bear this flesh away.
Joyful my spirit will consent
To drop its mortal load;
And hail the sharpest pangs of death,
That break its way to God.
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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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Song #
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| 1899 | # 467 |
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PETERBOROUGH
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1786,1791
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 465 | G | | # 183 | G | | # 381 | G |
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