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In anger, Lord, rebuke me not;
Withdraw the dreadful storm;
Nor let Thy fury grow so hot
Against a feeble worm.
My soul�s bow�d down
with heavy cares,
My flesh with pain oppress�d;
My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid my rest.
Sorrow and pain wear out my days;
I waste the night with cries,
Counting the minutes as they pass,
Till the slow morning rise.
Shall I be still tormented more?
Mine eye consum�d with grief?
How long, my God, how long before
Thine hand afford relief?
He hears when dust
and ashes speak,
He pities all our groans;
He saves us for His mercy�s sake,
And heals our broken bones.
The virtue of His sov�reign Word
Restores our fainting breath;
For silent graves praise not the Lord,
Nor is He known in death.
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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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1719
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 6;
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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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MUSIC
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Name:
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MANOAH
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1851
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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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| # 321 | F | | # 70 | G | | # 669 | G | | # 49 | G | | # 370 | G | | # 523 | Ab | | # 4 | Ab |
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