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How long wilt thou conceal thy face?
My God, how long delay?
When shall I feel those heavenly rays
That chase my fears away?
How long shall my poor lab'ring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?
Thy word can all my foes control,
And ease my raging pain.
See how the prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts
He spreads a mist around my eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.
Be thou my sun, and thou my shield,
My soul in safety keep;
Make haste, before
mine eyes are sealed
In death's eternal sleep.
How would the tempter boast aloud
If I become his prey!
Behold, the sons of hell grow proud
At thy so long delay.
But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;
He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.
Thou wilt display
that sovereign grace,
Where all my hopes have hung;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And victory shall be sung.
---Alternative verses---
How long shall my afflicted soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?
Thy word can all my foes control,
And ease my raging pain.
Thou wilt display that sovereign grace,
Whence all my comforts spring;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And thy salvation sung.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1719
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 13;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| | # 13 | | 1872 | # 13.1 |
MUSIC
Name:
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BRISTOL
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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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1621
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 54 | No key | | # 82 | F | | # 154 | G | | # 81 | G | | # 463 | G | | # 82 | G | | # 703 | G | | # 53 | G | | # 407 | G |
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