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We may not climb
the heavenly steeps
To bring the Lord Christ down;
In vain we search the lowest deeps,
For Him no depths can drown.
But warm, sweet, tender, even yet
A present help is He;
And faith has still its Olivet,
And love its Galilee.
The healing of the seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain;
We touch Him in life's
throng and press,
And we are whole again.
Through him the first
fond prayers are said
Our lips of childhood frame;
The last low whispers of our dead
Are burdened with His Name.
O Lord and Master of us all,
Whate'er our name or sign,
We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,
We test our lives by Thine!
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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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1856
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Bible Refs:
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Heb 13:8;
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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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SERENITY
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1836,1856
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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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| # 729 | Ab | | # 277 | Eb | | # 464 | E | | # 758 | E |
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