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As pants the hart
for streams of living water,
So longs my soul,
O living God, for Thee;
I thirst for Thee, for Thee
my heart is yearning;
When shall I come
Thy gracious face to see?
O Lord my God, overwhelmed
in deep affliction,
Far from Thy rest,
to Thee I lift my soul;
Deep calls to deep
and storms of trouble thunder,
While over my head
the waves and billows roll.
Thou wilt command Thy
servant’s consolation,
Thy lovingkindness
yet shall cheer my day,
And in the night Thy song
shall be my comfort;
God of my life, to Thee I still will pray.
Why, O my soul, art thou
cast down within me,
Why art thou troubled
and oppressed with grief?
Hope thou in God,
the God of thy salvation,
Hope, and thy God
will surely send relief.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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11 10 11 10
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 42;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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CONSOLATION (RAYNOLDS)
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11 10 11 10
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 394 | E | | # 25 | Eb | | # 324 | Eb | | # 925 | Eb | | # 437 | Eb |
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