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God saved His people
from distress
And led them
through the wilderness;
Then mountains trembled
in their place,
The heav’ns were bowed
before His face.
With copious showers
Thou didst assuage
The thirsting of Thy heritage;
Thy congregation dwelt secure;
Thou, God, art gracious to the poor.
With glorious pomp
our King and God
Has entered into His abode
With sacred minstrelsy and song,
While maidens with
their timbrels throng.
Assemble ye before His face,
All ye that spring from Israel’s race;
Ye chosen tribes with one accord
Come ye, and bless your God,
the Lord.
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 68; Ps 68:8;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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VAN DER WERP
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.)
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1911
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