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Indulgent Sovereign of the skies,
And wilt thou bow thy gracious ear
While feeble mortals raise their cries,
Wilt thou, the great Jehovah, hear?
How shall thy servants give thee rest,
Till Zion’s mouldering walls thou raise;
Till thine own power shall stand confessed,
And make Jerusalem a praise?
Look down, O God, with pitying eye,
And view the desolation round:
See what wide realms in darkness lie,
And hurl their idols to the ground.
Loud let the gospel trumpet blow,
And call the nations from afar:
Let all the isles their Saviour know,
And earth’s remotest ends draw near.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1866 | # 1122 |
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IOSCO
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 103 | F | | # 197 | F |
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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