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Haste, traveller, haste! the night comes on,
And many a shining hour is gone;
The storm is gathering in the west,
And thou art far from home and rest.
Haste, traveller, haste!
The rising tempest sweeps the sky;
The rains descend, the winds are high;
The waters swell, and death and fear
Beset thy path, nor refuge near.
Haste, traveller, haste!
Hate, while a shelter you may gain,
A covert from the wind and the rain,
A hiding-place a rest, a home,
A refuge from the wrath to come.
Haste, traveller, haste!
Then linger not in all the plain,
Flee for thy life, the mountain gain;
Look not behind, make no delay,
O speed thee, speed thee on thy way!
Haste, traveller, haste!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 4
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1866 | # 538 |
MUSIC
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ELTON
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8 8 8 8 4
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 188 | G |
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