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How happy are the little flock,
Who, safe beneath
their guardian Rock,
In all commotions rest!
When war’s and tumult’s
waves run high,
Removed above the storm they lie,
|: They lodge in Jesus’ breast. :|
Such happiness, O Lord, have we,
By mercy gathered into Thee,
Before the floods descend:
And while the bursting
clouds come down,
We mark the vengeful day begun,
|: And calmly wait the end. :|
The plague, and dearth,
and din of war,
Our Savior’s swift approach declare,
And bid our hearts arise;
Earth’s basis shook
confirms our hope;
Its cities’ fall but lifts us up,
|: To meet Thee in the skies. :|
Thy tokens we with joy confess:
The war proclaims
the Prince of Peace,
The earthquake speaks Thy power,
The famine all Thy fullness brings,
The plague presents Thy healing wings,
|: And nature’s final hour. :|
Whatever ills the world befall,
A pledge of endless good we call,
A sign of Jesus near;
His chariot will not long delay,
We hear the rumbling wheels,
and pray,
|: Triumphant Lord, appear! :|
Appear with clouds on Zion’s hill,
Thy word and mystery to fulfill,
Thy confessors to approve,
Thy members on Thy throne to place,
And stamp Thy name on every face,
|: In glorious, heavenly love! :|
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6 extended
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1756
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 24:7-8;
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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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AMERICUS
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6 6
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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echo ' | ';
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Hymn Writer
