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Oft I seem to hear sweet music
Rolling downward from the sky,
Through the open gates of heaven,
God's own Paradise on high;
And my soul is so enraptured
With the richness of each strain,
That I long to cross the portals,
There to join the glad refrain.
Oh, the music rich and sweet,
Rolling down the golden street,
Rolling down, rolling down the golden street;
May I join the glad refrain
On the happy Eden plain,
On the happy, on the happy Eden plain.
Earth has music, rich and cheering.
Soothing hearts borne down with woe,
But there's sweeter, richer mu- sic
In the land to which we go;
And my soul is so transported
With the prospect on before,
That I scarce can hold my spirit
From the bright celestial shore.
Oh, the music rich and sweet,
Rolling down the golden street,
Rolling down, rolling down the golden street;
May I join the glad refrain
On the happy Eden plain,
On the happy, on the happy Eden plain.
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 D r 7 7 10 7 7 11
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Bible Refs:
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1893 | # 58 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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HEAVENLY MUSIC
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8 7 8 7 D r 7 7 10 7 7 11
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Key
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| # 58 | Eb |
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