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<h2>SOULS IN DEATH AND DARKNESS LYING</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Go ye therefore, and make disciples of all the nations…and lo, I am with you always.” Matthew 28:19-20</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_h_a_hastings_t.jpg" alt="Thomas Hastings (1784-1872)" width="133.333333333333" height="200"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_a_l_alexander_cfh.html" target="_blank">Cecil Frances Humphreys Alexander</a> (1818-1895), alt.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Zion,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_h_a_hastings_t.html" target="_blank">Thomas Hastings</a>, 1830 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_z_zion.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Souls in death and darkness lying,<br>
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Where no light has broken through;<br>
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Souls that Jesus bought by dying,<br>
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Whom His soul in travail knew;<br>
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Thousand voices call us o’er the waters blue;<br>
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Thousand voices call us o’er the waters blue.</p>
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<p>Christians, hearken! None has taught them<br>
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Of His love so deep and dear;<br>
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Of the precious price that bought them:<br>
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Of the nail, the thorn, the spear.<br>
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Ye who know Him, guide them from their darkness drear;<br>
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Ye who know Him, guide them from their darkness drear.</p>
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<p>Haste, oh, haste, and spread the tidings<br>
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Wide to earth’s remotest strand.<br>
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Let no brother’s bitter chidings<br>
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Rise against us when we stand<br>
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In the judgment, from some far, forgotten land;<br>
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In the judgment, from some far, forgotten land.</p>
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<p>Lo! the hills for harvest whiten,<br>
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All along each distant shore.<br>
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Seaward far the islands brighten,<br>
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Light of nations, lead us o’er!<br>
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When we seek them, let Thy Spirit go before;<br>
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When we seek them, let Thy Spirit go before.</p>
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