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I heard the voice of love divine,
Addressing man to trouble born;
What accents, Saviour, then were thine!
“Blesséd are they that mourn!”
Again it spoke: “Come unto me,
Thou with distress and labour worn;
Rest and refreshment are for thee:
Blesséd are they that mourn!”
I heard a voice in truth’s pure word,
A saint who sorrow’s yoke had borne:
“Blest is the man thou chastenest, Lord!
Blessed are they that mourn!”
I heard an angel-voice proclaim,
“Yon victors bright, whom crowns adorn.
Through tribulation great they came:
Blesséd are they that mourn!"
Why should I then for sufferings grieve,
Since sorrow leads to joy’s bright bourn?
Let me indeed the words believe:
“Blessed are they that mourn!”
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 6
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 5:4;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1866 | # 945 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ELLARD
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8 8 8 6
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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