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Yes, my native land! I love thee;
All thy scenes I love them well:
Home and friends that smile around me,
Can I bid you all farewell?
|: Can I leave you, :|
Far in heathen lands to dwell?
Scenes of sacred peace and pleasure,
Holy days and Sabbath bell,
Richest, brightest, sweetest treasure,
Can I--can I say “ Farewell!"
|: Can I leave you, :|
Far in heathen lands to dwell?
Yes! I hasten from you gladly:
To the strangers let me tell
How he died--the blessed Saviour—-
To redeem a world from hell:
|: Let me hasten, :|
Far in heathen lands to dwell.
Bear me on, thou restless ocean;
Let the winds my canvas swell:
Heaves my heart with warm emotion,
While I go far hence to dwell.
|: Glad I bid thee, :|
Native land, farewell, farewell!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 4 7 extended
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Dates:
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1832
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Bible Refs:
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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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| 1866 | # 1139 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ALVAN
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 8 7
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1854
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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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| # 407 | F |
echo ' | ';
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Hymn Writer
