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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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