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I'll bless the Lord from day to day;
How good are all his ways!
Ye humble souls that use to pray,
Come, help my lips to praise.
Sing to the honor of his name,
How a poor suff'rer cried,
Nor was his hope exposed to shame,
Nor was his suit denied.
When threat'ning sorrows round me stood,
And endless fears arose,
Like the loud billows of a flood,
Redoubling all my woes;
I told the Lord my sore distress,
With heavy groans and tears;
He gave my sharpest torments ease,
And silenced all my fears.
O sinners, come and taste his love,
Come, learn his pleasant ways;
And let your own experience prove
The sweetness of his grace.
He bids his angels pitch their tents
Round where his children dwell;
What ills their heav'nly care prevents
No earthly tongue can tell.
O love the Lord, ye saints of his;
His eye regards the just:
How richly blest their portion is
Who make the Lord their trust!
Young lions, pinched with hunger, roar
And famish in the wood;
But God supplies his holy poor
With every needful good.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1719
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 34:1-10;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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MUSIC
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Name:
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IRISH
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1749
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 567 | Db | | # 398 | E | | # 503 | E | | # 331 | E | | # 58 | Eb | | # 65 | Eb | | # 448 | Eb | | # 452 | Eb | | # 452 | Eb | | # 320 | Eb | | # 320 | Eb | | # 487 | F |
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