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When long the soul had slept in chains

Author: E. H. Chapin Hymnal: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion. (10th ed.) #574 (1848) Languages: English
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When long the soul had slept in chains

Author: E. H. Chapin Hymnal: The Psalms of Life #109 (1857)

When long the soul had slept in chains

Author: E. H. Chapin Hymnal: Hymns and Tunes for the Sunday School, the Congregation and the Home #d185 (1860) Languages: English

When long the soul had slept in chains

Author: E. H. Chapin Hymnal: Songs of the Unity #d237 (1859)
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When long the soul had slept in chains

Hymnal: Hymns for the Church of Christ (3rd thousand) #488 (1853) Languages: English
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When long the soul had slept in chains

Hymnal: Hymns for the Church of Christ. (6th thousand) #488 (1857) Languages: English
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When long the soul had slept in chains

Author: E. H. Chapin Hymnal: Hymns for Christian Devotion #777 (1865) Languages: English
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When long the soul had slept in chains

Author: E. H. Chapin Hymnal: Hymns for Christian Devotion #777 (1871) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Anniversary of a Charitable Association; Charity; Philanthropic Subjects Languages: English

When long the soul had slept in chains

Author: E. H. Chapin Hymnal: The Saints' Harp #d1027 (1870)
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For a Charitable Occasion

Author: E. H. Chapin Hymnal: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #574 (1866) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: When long the soul had slept in chains Lyrics: When long the soul had slept in chains And man to man was stern and cold; When love and worship were but strains That swept the gifted chords of old— By shady mount and peaceful lake, A meek and lowly stranger came, The weary drank the words he spake, The poor and suffering blessed his name. He went where frenzy held its rule, Where sickness breathed its spell of pain; By famed Bethesda’s mystic pool, And by the darkened gate of Nain. He soothed the mourner’s troubled breast, He raised the contrite sinner’s head, And on the loved ones’ lowly rest The light of better life he shed. Father, the spirit Jesus knew We humbly ask of Thee to-night, That we may be disciples too Of him whose way was love and light. Bright be the places where we tread Amid earth’s suffering and its poor, Until that day when tears are shed, And broken sighs are heard, no more. Languages: English

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