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Lord, my weak thought in vain would climb
To search the starry vault profound;
In vain would wing her flight sublime
To find creation’s utmost bound.
But weaker yet that thought must prove
To search Thy great eternal plan,
Thy sovereign counsels, born of love
Long ages ere the world began.
When my dim reason would demand
Why that, or this, Thou dost ordain,
By some vast deep I seem to stand,
Whose secrets I must ask in vain.
When doubts disturb my troubled breast,
And all is dark as night to me,
Here, as on solid rock, I rest—
That so it seemeth good to Thee.
Be this my joy, that evermore
Thou rulest all things at Thy will;
Thy sovereign wisdom I adore,
And calmly, sweetly, trust Thee still.
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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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1888
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Bible Refs:
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Rm 11:33;
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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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| 1904 | # 322 | | 1925 | # 294 | | 1931 | # 563 | | 1961 | # 93 |
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CANONBURY
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1839
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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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| # 44 | No key | | # 84 | G | | # 340 | G | | # 533 | G | | # 450 | G |
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