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Mourning and drooping here I lie,
Upon this earthly clod,
While heavenly things invite my eye,
And bring me to my God.
Transported with a glorious view,
Of God’s eternal love,
Unto this world I bid adieu,
And long to be above.
There all the saints in harmony
Do stand forever more,
And to a vast eternity
Their glorious Lord adore.
Hark! hark! methinks I hear the sound,
Methinks the angels sing,
The glorious melody goes round,
Which makes the heavens to ring.
The saints all clothed in white array,
Their Saviour’s praise declare:
Through the bright realms of endless day
There’s not one mourner there.
Oh how the bending seraphs join
To praise the God above!
While all the saints in notes divine,
Do sing redeeming love.
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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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| 2005 | # 464 |
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HOWARD
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 25 | Ab | | # 172 | G |
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