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VISiON OF THE DRY BONES




Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
See Adam's race in ruin lie;
Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground.
And scatters slaughter'd heaps around.


And can these mould'ring corpses live?
And can these perish'd bones revive?
That, mighty God, to thee is known;
That wondrous work is all thine own.


Thy ministers are sent in vain,
To prophesy upon the slain;
In vain they call, in vain they cry,
Till thine almighty aid is nigh.


But if thy Spirit deign to breathe.
Life spreads thro' all the realms of death:
Dry bones obey thy pow'rful voice;
They move they waken they rejoice,


So when thy trumpet's awful sound,
Shall shake the heavens, and rend the ground.
Dead saints shall from their tombs arise,
And spring to life beyond the skies.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs: Ez 37:3;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1815# 640
      MUSIC
      Name: FULDA (WALTON)(GERMANY)
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1815
        SCORE PREVIEW
        score
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
        8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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