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To him who loved the souls of men,
And washed us in his blood,
To royal honours raised our head,
And made us priests to God ;—
To him let every tongue be praise,
And every heart be love;
All grateful honours paid on earth,
And nobler songs above!
Behold, on flying clouds he comes!
His saints shall bless the day;
While they that pierced him sadly mourn
In anguish and dismay.
Thou art the First, and thou the Last;
Time centres all in thee,—
The almighty God, who was, and is,
And evermore shall be.
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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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| 1866 | # 245 |
MUSIC
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PHUVAH
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| # 81 | E | | # 359 | E |
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| 8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.) |
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