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Oh what a pleasing sight,
A little heaven begun,
When saints in closest friendship joined,
Though many are but one.
No slander on their tongues,
The truth in love they tell,
Each other�s joys and sorrows share,
In sweetest union dwell.
Into the festering wound,
The healing balm they pour;
Jesus the Lord for them had done
Much more than this before.
His bright example, they
Still keep within their view;
Thus he on earth was wont to feel,
And thus was wont to do.
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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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| 1818 | # 641 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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VENICE
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1853
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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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| # 156 | D | | # 27 | Eb | | # 449 | Eb | | # 242 | Eb | | # 755 | Eb |
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