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There is a bond of union sweet,
Not death itself can break,
For he who formed its sacred links
His own will ne'er forsake;
There is a Friend, a loving Friend,
Who knows our every care,
Who bore the cross, with all its pain,
That we the crown might wear.
There is a song of joy beyond,
And o'er a waveless stream,
It comes to us on seraph wings,
Like music in a dream;
It comes from him, our loving Friend,
Whose name we breathe in prayer,
Who bore the cross, with all its pain,
That we the crown might wear.
There is a time, there is a place,
Where toil and strife shall cease,
Where restless wind and stormy wave
Shall all be hushed to peace;
And we shall see our loving Friend,
And sing his triumph there,
Who bore the cross, with all its pain,
That we the crown might wear.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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1893
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1893 | # 193 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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OUR LOVING FRIEND
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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1893
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 193 | Eb |
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