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Oh thou who art my light, my hope,
My Saviour and my all,
I feel thy truth within my heart,
I hear thy gracious call.
Thy word like precious ointment spreads
Sweet fragrance through my mind,
In all my frame, so cold before,
A sacred warmth I find.
Though foes beset on every side,
And earthly friends forsake,
Here I can find a resting place,
Of solid peace partake.
Let Europe’s sons to India’s shores,
This sacred volume send;
Spread far abroad its genial rays,
Till time its course shall end.
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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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1818
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Bible Refs:
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2 Co 2:14;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Name:
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MARTYRDOM
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1800, c1885
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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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| # 571 | A | | # 455 | A | | # 367 | A | | # 238 | A | | # 512 | A | | # 73 | G | | # 292 | G | | # 322 | G | | # 166 | G | | # 208 | G | | # 416 | G | | # 5 | G | | # 630 | G | | # 667 | No key |
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