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    FILLMORE.
  
  
    L.
  
  
    M.
  
    "I
  
  
    will
  
  
    sing
  
  
    unto
  
  
    the
  
  
    Lord
  
  
    as
  
  
    long
  
  
    as
  
  
    I
  
  
    live."
  
  
    Ps.
  
  
    104
  
  
    :33.
  
    Key
  
  
    of
  
  
    F
  
  
    Major.
  
    For
  
  
    the
  
  
    Organ,
  
  
    by
  
  
    John
  
  
    P.
  
  
    Rees,
  
  
    1869.
  
    1.
  
  
    Great
  
  
    God,
  
  
    let
  
  
    all
  
  
    my
  
  
    tuneful
  
  
    pow'rs
  
  
    A-wake,
  
  
    and
  
  
    sing
  
  
    thy
  
  
    mighty
  
  
    name
  
  
    ;
  
  
    Thy
  
  
    hand
  
  
    revolves
  
  
    my
  
  
    circling
  
  
    hours,
  
  
    Thy
  
  
    hand
  
  
    from
  
  
    whence
  
  
    my
  
  
    be
  
  
    -
  
  
    ing
  
    2.
  
  
    Sea-sons
  
  
    and
  
  
    moons
  
  
    still
  
  
    roll-ing
  
  
    round,
  
  
    In
  
  
    beauteous
  
  
    order,
  
  
    speak
  
  
    thy
  
  
    praise;
  
  
    And
  
  
    years,
  
  
    with
  
  
    smil-ing
  
  
    mer-cy
  
  
    crowned,
  
  
    To
  
  
    thee
  
  
    suc
  
  
    -
  
  
    ces
  
  
    -
  
  
    sive
  
  
    hon
  
  
    -
  
  
    ors
  
    came.
  
  
    Thus
  
  
    will
  
  
    I
  
  
    sing
  
  
    till
  
  
    nature
  
  
    cease,
  
  
    Till
  
  
    sense
  
  
    and
  
  
    language
  
  
    are
  
  
    no
  
  
    more,
  
  
    And
  
  
    aft-er
  
  
    death
  
  
    Thy
  
    My
  
  
    life,
  
  
    my
  
  
    health,
  
  
    my
  
  
    friends
  
  
    I
  
  
    owe,
  
  
    My
  
  
    life,
  
  
    my
  
  
    health,
  
  
    my
  
  
    friends
  
  
    I
  
  
    owe,
  
  
    All
  
  
    to
  
  
    thy
  
  
    vast
  
  
    un-
  
    Thus
  
  
    will
  
  
    I
  
  
    sing
  
  
    till
  
  
    na
  
  
    -
  
  
    ture
  
  
    cease,
  
  
    Till
  
  
    sense
  
  
    and
  
  
    language
  
  
    are
  
  
    no
  
  
    more.
  
  
    And
  
    My
  
  
    life,
  
  
    my
  
  
    health,
  
  
    my
  
  
    friends,
  
  
    I
  
  
    owe,
  
  
    All
  
  
    to
  
  
    thy
  
  
    vast
  
  
    un
  
  
    boun-ed
  
  
    love.
  
  
    Ten
  
    raise.
  
  
    Thus
  
  
    will
  
  
    I
  
  
    sing
  
  
    till
  
  
    na-ture
  
  
    cease,
  
  
    Till
  
  
    sense
  
  
    and
  
  
    language
  
  
    are
  
  
    no
  
  
    more.
  
  
    And
  
  
    aft
  
  
    -
  
  
    er
  
  
    death
  
  
    thy
  
  
    bound
  
  
    -
  
  
    less
  
    My
  
  
    life,
  
  
    my
  
  
    health,
  
  
    my
  
  
    fr
  
  
    iends
  
  
    I
  
  
    owe,
  
  
    My
  
  
    life
  
  
    my
  
  
    health,
  
  
    my
  
  
    friends
  
  
    I
  
  
    owe,
  
  
    All
  
  
    to
  
  
    thy
  
  
    vast
  
  
    un
  
  
    -
  
  
    bound
  
  
    -
  
  
    ed
  
    Thus
  
  
    will
  
  
    I
  
  
    sing
  
  
    till
  
  
    na-ture
  
  
    cease,
  
  
    Till
  
  
    sense
  
  
    and
  
  
    lan
  
  
    -
  
  
    guage
  
  
    are
  
  
    no
  
  
    more,
  
  
    And
  
  
    aft
  
  
    -
  
  
    ter
  
  
    death
  
  
    thy
  
  
    boundless
  
  
    grace
  
  
    Through
  
    My
  
  
    life,
  
  
    my
  
  
    health,
  
  
    my
  
  
    friends
  
  
    I
  
  
    owe,
  
  
    All
  
  
    to
  
  
    thou
  
  
    vast
  
  
    un-bound
  
  
    -
  
  
    ed
  
  
    love;
  
  
    Ten
  
  
    thou
  
  
    -
  
  
    sand
  
  
    pre-cious
  
  
    gifts,
  
  
    be-low,
  
  
    Ten
  
    John
  
  
    P.
  
  
    Rees,
  
  
    the
  
  
    author
  
  
    of
  
  
    this
  
  
    tune,
  
  
    was
  
  
    born
  
  
    in
  
  
    Jasper
  
  
    County,
  
  
    Ga.,
  
  
    1828,
  
  
    and
  
  
    died
  
  
    in
  
  
    Newnan,
  
  
    Ga.,
  
  
    1900.
  
  
    He
  
  
    was
  
  
    President
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    Chattahoochee
  
  
    Singing
  
    Convention
  
  
    and
  
  
    President
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    Southern
  
  
    Musical
  
  
    Convention
  
  
    for
  
  
    years.
  
  
    He
  
  
    composed
  
  
    a
  
  
    large
  
  
    number
  
  
    of
  
  
    sacred
  
  
    tunes,
  
  
    which
  
  
    were
  
  
    published
  
  
    in
  
  
    different
  
  
    books.
  
  
    He
  
    composed
  
  
    a
  
  
    lage
  
  
    number
  
  
    of
  
  
    tunes
  
  
    and
  
  
    intended
  
  
    to
  
  
    compile
  
  
    a
  
  
    book,
  
  
    but
  
  
    died
  
  
    without
  
  
    doing
  
  
    so,
  
  
    He
  
  
    helped
  
  
    to
  
  
    revise
  
  
    the
  
  
    "Sacred
  
  
    Harp"
  
  
    twice,
  
  
    and
  
  
    has
  
  
    a
  
  
    large
  
  
    number
  
    of
  
  
    tunes
  
  
    composed
  
  
    by
  
  
    himself
  
  
    in
  
  
    that
  
  
    book.
  
  
    "Fillmore
  
  
    is
  
  
    a
  
  
    stirring
  
  
    song,
  
  
    and
  
  
    is
  
  
    greatly
  
  
    enjoyed
  
  
    in
  
  
    conventions
  
  
    and
  
  
    singing
  
  
    societies.