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Ah! why am I left to complain
In gloomy despair of relief?
No end of oppression and pain,
No respite, or ease of my grief!
To soothe my incurable wound
No friendly physician I see;
No balm is in Gilead found,
No promise of mercy for me.
AIn vain for redemption I look;
My hope in a Saviour unknown,
It passes away like a brook
Dried up in a moment and gone!
But God cannot finally fail;
The fountain of life from above
Shall rise in the depth of the vale,
Shall flow with a current of love.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Jer 15:18;
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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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| 1889 | # 777 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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HURON
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8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.)
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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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| # 20 | G |
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