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Save me, O Lord, from every foe;
In thee my trust I place,
Though all the good that I can do
Can ne'er deserve thy grace.
Yet if my God prolong my breath,
The saints may profit by 't;
The saints, the glory of the earth,
The men of my delight.
Let heathens to their idols haste,
And worship wood or stone;
But my delightful lot is cast
Where the true God is known.
His hand provides
my constant food,
He fills my daily cup;
Much am I pleased
with present good,
But more rejoice in hope.
God is my portion and my joy,
His counsels are my light;
He gives me sweet advice by day,
And gentle hints by night.
My soul would all
her thoughts approve
To his all-seeing eye;
Not death, nor hell,
my hope shall move,
While such a Friend is nigh.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1719
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 16:1-8;
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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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GRÄFENBERG (PRAXIS)
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1653
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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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| # 813 | F | | # 337 | G |
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