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Salvation through my dying God
Is finished and complete;
He paid whate'er his people owed,
And cancelled all their debt.
Salvation from the depths of hell�
From seas of quenchless fire,
To yon sweet fields where angels dwell,
And strike the golden lyre.
�Salvation! O melodious sound
To wretched, dying men!
Salvation that from God proceed,
And leads to God again.�
Salvation now shall be my stay;
�A sinner saved,� I'll cry;
Then gladly quit this mortal clay
For better joys on high.
Salvation to sweet harps of gold,
My raptured soul shall sing,
And strike, while endless ages roll?
The ever-tuneful string.
Salvation, let the tidings fly,
Through earth's remotest bound;
'Till all the chosen heirs of grace
Shall tread celestial ground.
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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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Ps 35:3;
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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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| 1815 | # 566 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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LEICESTER
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1870
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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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| # 758 | Eb | | # 320 | Eb | | # 323 | Eb | | # 323 | Eb |
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