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The manna favored Israel's meat,
Was gathered day by day;
When all the host was served, the heat
Melted the rest away.
In vain to hoard it up they tried,
Against tomorrow came;
It then bred worms and putrefied,
And proved their sin and shame.
'Twas daily bread and would not keep,
But must be still renewed;
Faith should not want a hoard or heap,
But trust the Lord for food.
The truths by which the soul is fed,
Must thus be had afresh;
For notions resting in the head,
Will only feed the flesh.
However true, they have no life,
Or unction to impart;
They breed the worms of pride and strife,
But cannot cheer the heart.
Nor can the best experience past,
The life of faith maintain;
The brightest hope will faint at last,
Unless supplied again.
Dear Lord, while we in prayer are found,
Do thou the Manna give;
O! let it fall on all around,
That we may eat and live.
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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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1779
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Bible Refs:
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Ex 16:20;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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SOUTHWELL
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1861
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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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| # 475 | D | | # 76 | E | | # 111 | E | | # 236 | E | | # 531 | E | | # 257 | Eb | | # 348 | No key |
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