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From his low bed of mortal dust,
Escap'd the prison of his clay.
The new inhabitant of bliss,
To heav'n directs his wondrous way.
Ye fields, that witnessed once his tears,
Ye winds, that wafted oft his sighs,
Ye mountains, where he breath'd his pray'rs
When sorrow's shadows veil'd his eyes.
No more the weary pilgrim mourns.
No more affliction wrings his heart;
Th' unfetter'd soul to God returns—
For ever he and anguish part!
Receive, O earth, his faded form.
In thy cold bosom let it lie;
Safe let it rest from ev'ry storm—
Soon must it rise no more to die!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ec 12:7;
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MUSIC
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RETREAT
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1842
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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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| # 32 | No key | | # 319 | Ab | | # 296 | Bb | | # 432 | Bb | | # 50 | C | | # 129 | C | | # 164 | C | | # 766 | C |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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