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Our times of sorrow and of joy
Great God are in thy hand;
Our sweetest comforts come from thee,
And go at thy command.
If thou shouldst take what thou hast sent,
Yet would we not repine;
Though they are for our comfort lent,
They are entirely thine.
Nor would we ever love thee less,
Though all the world were gone;
But seek enduring happiness,
In thee, and thee alone.
Here pain our best delights attends,
‘Tis honey mixed with gall;
Midst changing scenes and dying friends
Be thou our all in all.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Job 1:21; Ps 31:15;
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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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| 1853 | # 441 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. FULBERT
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1849
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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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| # 108 | D | | # 205 | D | | # 8 | D | | # 189 | D | | # 48 | E | | # 1010 | E | | # 604 | E | | # 125 | E | | # 628 | Eb | | # 306 | Eb | | # 816.2 | No key |
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