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No, I'll repine at death no more

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Hymns #727 (1842) Languages: English
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No, I'll repine at death no more

Hymnal: Hymns #727 (1850) Languages: English
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No, I'll repine at death no more

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Hymns for Christian Melody #865 (1835) Languages: English
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No, I'll repine at death no more

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Baptist Hymn Book #1233 (1859)
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Hymn 102

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.102 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: No, I'll repine at death no more Lyrics: No, I'll repine at death no more, But with a cheerful gasp resign To the cold dungeon of the grave These dying, with'ring limbs of mine. Let worms devour my wasting flesh, And crumble all my bones to dust, My God shall raise my frame anew At the revival of the just. Break, sacred morning, through the skies, Bring that delightful, dreadful day; Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come; Thy ling'ring wheels, how long they stay! [Our weary spirits faint to see The light of thy returning face, And hear the language of those lips, Where God has shed his richest grace.] [Haste, then, upon the wings of love, Rouse all the pious sleeping clay, That we may join in heav'nly joys, And sing the triumph of the day.] Languages: English
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A happy resurrection

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #II.CII (1793) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: No, I'll repine at death no more Lyrics: 1 No, I'll repine at death no more; But with a cheerful gasp resign To the cold dungeon of the grave, These dying, with'ring limbs of mine. 2 Let worms devour my wasting flesh, And crumble all my bones to dust; My God shall raise my frame anew At the revival of the just. 3 Break, sacred morning, thro' the skies, Bring that delightful dreadful day, Cut short the hours, dear Lord, and come; Thy ling'ring wheels how long they stay! 4 [Our weary spirits faint to see The light of thy returning face, And hear the language of those lips, Where God hath sehd his richest grace.] 5 Haste, then, upon the wings of love, Rouse all the pious sleeping clay, That we may join in heavenly joys, And sing the triumph of the day.] Languages: English
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A happy resurrection

Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns, for the Use of the German Reformed Church, in the United States of America. (2nd ed.) #308 (1834) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: No, I'll repine at death no more Topics: Resurrection
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No, I'll repine no more

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and a Liturgy #498 (1834) Languages: English
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No, I'll repine no more

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and a Liturgy for the Use of Evangelical Lutheran Churches #498 (1817) Languages: English

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