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Thus in thy sacred courts will I
my cheerful thanks express;
In presence of thy saints perform
the vows of my distress.
The meek companions of my grief
shall find my table spread;
And all that seek the Lord shall be
with joys immortal fed.
Then shall the glad converted world
to God their homage pay;
And scattered nations of the earth
one sov'reign Lord obey.
'Tis his supreme prerogative
o'er subject kings to reign;
'Tis just that he should rule the world,
who does the world sustain.
The rich, who are with plenty fed,
his bounty must confess
The sons of want, by him relieved,
their gen'rous patron bless.
With humble worship to his throne
they all for aid resort;
That pow'r, which first their beings gave,
can only them support.
Then shall a chosen spotless race,
devoted to his Name,
To their admiring heirs his truth
and glorious acts proclaim.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1821
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 22:25-31;
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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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| 1821 | # 22 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ELIZABETHTOWN
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1838
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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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| # 392 | Eb | | # 799 | Eb |
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