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My soul, it is thy God
Who calls thee by his grace;
Now loose thee from each cumbering load,
And bend thee to the race.
Make thy salvation sure;
All sloth and slumber shun;
Nor dare a moment rest secure,
Till thou the goal hast won.
Thy crown of life hold fast;
Thy heart with courage stay;
Nor let one trembling glance be cast
Along the backward way.
Thy path ascends the skies,
With conquering footsteps bright;
And thou shalt win and wear the prize
In everlasting light.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Writer(s):
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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 | # 535 |
MUSIC
Name:
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THATCHER
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1732
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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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| # 176 | G | | # 456 | G | | # 837 | G | | # 331 | G |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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meter
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| 6 6 8 6 (S.M.) |
echo ' | ';
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