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Praise for Thee, Lord, in Zion waits;
Prayer shall besiege
Thy temple gates;
All flesh shall to Thy throne repair,
And find through Christ
salvation there.
Our spirits faint; our sins prevail;
Leave not our trembling hearts to fail:
O Thou that hearest prayer, descend,
And still be found the sinner’s friend.
How blest Thy saints! how safely led!
How surely kept! how richly fed!
Savior of all in earth and sea,
How happy they who rest in Thee.
Thy hand sets fast the mighty hills,
Thy voice the troubled ocean stills;
Evening and morning
hymn Thy praise,
And earthy Thou bounty wide displays.
The year is with
Thy goodness crowned;
Thy clouds drop wealth
the world around;
Through Thee the deserts
laugh and sing,
And nature smiles
and owns her King.
Lord, on our souls Thy Spirit pour;
The moral waste within restore;
O let Thy love our springtide be,
And make us all bear fruit to Thee.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1834
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 65:1;
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MUSIC
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SEASONS
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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