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Arise, my gracious God,
And make the wicked flee;
They are but thy chastising rod,
To drive thy saints to thee.
Behold, the sinner dies,
His haughty words are vain;
Here in this life his pleasure lies,
And all beyond is pain.
Then let his pride advance,
And boast of all his store;
The Lord is my inheritance,
My soul can wish no more.
I shall behold the face
Of my forgiving God;
And stand complete in righteousness,
Washed in my Savior's blood.
There's a new heav'n begun,
When I awake from death,
Dressed in the likeness of thy Son,
And draw immortal breath.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1719
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 17:13-15;
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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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| | # 17 | | 1872 | # 17.2 |
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CAMBRIDGE
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1784,1872
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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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| # 54 | A | | # 461 | A | | # 578 | A | | # 662 | G | | # 234 | G | | # 813 | No key |
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