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They all were looking for a king
To slay their foes and lift them high;
Thou cam’st a little Baby thing
That made a woman cry.
O Son of Man, to right my lot
Naught but Thy presence can avail;
Yet on the road Thy wheels are not,
Nor on the sea Thy sail.
My fancied ways
why should’st Thou heed?
Thou com’st down
Thine own secret stair;
Com’st down to answer all my need,
Yes, every bygone prayer.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 6
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Dates:
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1883
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 2:1-2;
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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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| 1960 | # 393 | | 1925 | # 377 | | 1931 | # 668 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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CHILDHOOD
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Meter:
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8 8 8 6
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1923
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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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| # 122 | F | | # 352 | F | | # 166 | F |
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