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Come, let us lift our voices high

Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Public Worship #282 (1835)
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Come, let us lift our voices high

Hymnal: Church Melodies #289 (1858) Languages: English
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Come, let us lift our voices high

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Chapel hymn book, with tunes #394 (1878)
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Come, let us lift our voices high

Hymnal: Church Psalmist #482 (1857) Languages: English
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Come, let us lift our voices high

Hymnal: Church Psalmist #482 (1847) Languages: English
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Come let us lift our voices high

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book; consisting of hymns and psalms, original and selected. adapted to public worship and many other occasions. 2nd ed. #513 (1838) Topics: The Lord's Supper Languages: English
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Come, let us lift our voices high

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #553 (1835)
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Come, let us lift our voices high

Author: Watts Hymnal: The Congregational Hymn Book #770 (1857)
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Hymn 21

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #III.21 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Come, let us lift our voices high Lyrics: [Come, let us lift our voices high, High as our joys arise, And join the songs above the sky, Where pleasure never dies. Jesus, the God that fought and bled, And conquered when he fell; That rose, and at his chariot-wheels Dragged all the powers of hell.] [Jesus, the God, invites us here To this triumphal feast, And brings immortal blessings down For each redeemed guest.] The Lord! how glorious is his face! How kind his smiles appear! And O! what melting words he says To every humble ear! "For you, the children of my love, It was for you I died; Behold my hands, behold my feet, And look into my side. "These are the wounds for you I bore, The tokens of my pains, When I came down to free your souls From misery and chains. ["Justice unsheathed its fiery sword, And plunged it in my heart; Infinite pangs for you I bore, And most tormenting smart. "When hell, and all its spiteful powers, Stood dreadful in my way, To rescue those dear lives of yours, I gave my own away. "But while I bled, and groaned, and died, I ruined Satan's throne; High on my cross I hung, and spied The monster tumbling down. "Now you must triumph at my feast, And taste my flesh, my blood; And live eternal ages blest, For 'tis immortal food." Victorious God! what can we pay For favors so divine? We would devote our hearts away To be for ever thine.] We give thee, Lord, our highest praise, The tribute of our tongues; But themes so infinite as these Exceed our noblest songs. Languages: English

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