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There is a stream,
whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;
Life, love, and joy,
still gliding through,
And wat’ring our Divine abode.
That sacred stream, Thy holy Word,
Supports our faith, our fears controls;
Sweet peace Thy promises afford,
And give new strength
to fainting souls.
Loud may the troubled ocean roar:
In sacred peace our souls abide;
While every nation, every shore.
Trembles, and dreads
the swelling tide.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 46:4;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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MUSIC
Name:
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WARD (HEALING BALM)
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1830
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 269 | Bb | | # 102 | Bb | | # 199 | Bb | | # 165 | Bb | | # 231 | Bb | | # 405 | Bb |
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