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We tread the path our Master trod;
We bear the cross he bore;
And every thorn that wounds our feet
His temples pierced before.
Oft do our eyes with joy o’erflow,
And oft are bathed in tears;
Yet naught but heaven our hopes can raise,
And naught but sin our fears.
We purge our mortal dross away,
Refining as we run;
And while we die to earth and sense,
Our heaven is here begun.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1866 | # 805 |
MUSIC
Name:
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MAITLAND
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1844
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 449 | Ab | | # 428 | Eb | | # 542 | Bb | | # 742 | Bb | | # 158 | A |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
Name
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meter
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
echo ' | ';
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