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The Lord will come! the earth shall quake,
The hills their fix�d seat forsake;
And, withering from the vault of night,
The stars withdraw their feeble light.
The Lord will come! but not the same
As once in lowly form He came,
A silent Lamb to slaughter led,
The bruised, the suffering, and the dead.
The Lord will come! a dreadful form,
With wreath of flame, and robe of storm,
On cherub wings, and wings of wind,
Anointed Judge of humankind.
Can this be He once wont to stray
A pilgrim on the world�s highway,
By power oppressed, and mocked by pride
O God! is this the Crucified?
Go, tyrants, to the rocks complain!
Go, seek the mountain�s cleft in vain!
But faith, victorious o�er the tomb,
Shall sing for joy, �The Lord is come!�
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1811-10
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Bible Refs:
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Mk 13:8;
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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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| 1851 | # 212 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ERFURT
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1539
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 614 | Bb | | # 57 | C | | # 75 | D |
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