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Thus speaks the High and Lofty One—
My throne is fix'd on high;
There, through eternity, I hear
The praises of the sky:
Yet, looking down, I visit oft
The humble, hallowed cell;
And, with the penitent who mourn,
'Tis my delight to dwell.
My presence heals the wounded heart,
The sad in spirit cheers;
My presence, from the bed of dust,
The contrite sinner rears.
I dwell with all my humble saints.
While they on earth remain;
And they, exalted, dwell with me,
With me for ever reign.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Is 57:15;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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Name:
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EVAN
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1847,1850
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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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| # 441 | No key | | # 512 | No key | | # 261 | Ab | | # 327 | Ab | | # 271 | Bb | | # 130 | Ab | | # 171 | Ab | | # 317 | Ab | | # 371 | Ab | | # 399 | Ab |
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