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Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love,
But there's a nobler rest above;
To that our longing souls aspire,
With cheerful hope and strong desire.
No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach the place;
No groans shall mingle with the songs,
Which warble from immortal tongues.
No rude alarms of raging foes,
No cares to break the long repose,
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
O long-expected day, begin—
Dawn on these realms of woe and sin,
Fain would we leave this weary road.
And sleep in death to rest with God.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1737
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Bible Refs:
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Heb 4:10;
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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 | # 549 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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WINCHESTER NEW
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1690,1847
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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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| # 31 | No key | | # 280 | No key | | # 485 | Bb | | # 86 | Bb | | # 291 | Bb | | # 344 | Bb | | # 84 | Bb | | # 159 | Bb | | # 307 | Bb | | # 461 | Bb | | # 274 | Bb | | # 983 | Bb | | # 57 | Bb | | # 300 | Bb | | # 327 | Bb | | # 327 | Bb | | # 715 | C | | # 50 | C | | # 99 | C |
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