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Sing, I ye ransomed of the Lord,
Your great deliverer sing;
Pilgrims, for Zion's city bound,
Be joyful in your King.
A hand divine shall lead you on,
Through all the blissful road,
Till to the sacred mount you rise,
And see your smiling God.
There garlands of immortal joy
Shall bloom on every head;
While sorrow, sighing, and distress,
Like shadows all are fled.
March on in your Redeemer's Strength;
Pursue his footsteps still;
And let the prospect cheer your eye:
While labouring up the hill.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1899 | # 511 |
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MARLOW
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 511 | G | | # 669 | G | | # 320 | F | | # 326 | F |
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