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Dearest of names, our Lord, our King!
Jesus, Thy praise we humbly sing:
In cheerful songs we�ll spend our breath,
And in Thee triumph over death.
Death is no more among our foes,
Since Christ, the mighty Conqueror, rose;
Both power and sting the Saviour broke;
He died, and gave the finish�d stroke.
Saints die, and we should gently weep:
Sweetly in Jesus� arms they sleep;
Far from this world of sin and woe,
Nor sin, nor pain, nor grief, they know.
Death no terrific foe appears;
An angel�s lovely form he wears;
A friendly messenger he proves
To every soul whom Jesus loves.
Death is a sleep; and O! how sweet
To souls prepared its stroke to meet!
Their dying beds, their graves are blest,
For all to them is peace and rest.
Their bodies sleep; their souls take wing,
Uprise to Heaven, and there they sing
With joy before the Saviour�s face,
Triumphant in victorious grace,
Soon shall the earth�s remotest bound
Feel the Archangel�s trumpet sound;
Then shall the grave�s dark caverns shake,
And joyful all the saints shall wake.
Bodies and souls shall then unite,
Arrayed in glory, strong and bright;
And all His saints will Jesus bring
His face to see, His love to sing.
O may I live, with Jesus nigh,
And sleep in Jesus when I die!
Then, joyful, when from death I wake,
I shall eternal bliss partake.
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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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1800
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Bible Refs:
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MUSIC
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Name:
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CANONBURY
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1839
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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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| # 44 | No key | | # 84 | G | | # 340 | G | | # 533 | G | | # 450 | G |
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