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When gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On him I lean, who not in vain
Experienced every human pain;
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the thing I would not do;
Still he, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
If wounded love my bosom swell,
Deceived by those I prized too well,
He shall his pitying aid bestow,
Who felt on earth severer woe,
At once betrayed, denied, or fled,
By those who shared his daily bread.
If vexing thoughts within me rise
And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies,
Still He, Who once vouchsafed to bear
The sickening anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry,
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers what was once a friend;
And from his hand, his voice, his smile,
Divides me for a little while,
My Saviour marks the tears I shed;
For Jesus wept o'er Lazarus dead.
And O when I have safely passed
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My dying bed - for thou hast died!
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.
---Alternative verses---
When gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On him I lean, who not in vain
Experienced every human pain;
He knows my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
When gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On him I lean, who not in vain
Experienced every human pain;
He feels my griefs, he sees my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
If aught should tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way,
To fly the good I would pursue,
Or do the ill I would not do;
Still he, who felt temptation's power,
Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
When vexing thoughts within me rise.
And, sore dismayed, my spirit dies;
Then he, who once vouchsafed to bear
The sickening anguish of despair,
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.
When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend.
And from his hand, his voice, his smile.
Divides me for a little while;
Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed.
For thou did'st weep o'er Lazarus dead.
When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend.
And from his voice, his hand, his smile.
Divides me for a little while;
Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed.
For thou did'st weep o'er Lazarus dead.
And, oh! when I have safely past
Through every conflict but the last,
Still, still unchanging, watch beside
My bed of death-for thou hast died;
Then point to realms of endless day.
And wipe the latest tear away.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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Dates:
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1806
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Bible Refs:
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Heb 4:15; Rev 7:17;
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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 | # 849 | | 1826 | # 160 | | 1917 | # 168 | | 1866 | # 412 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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MELITA (NAVY HYMN)
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1861
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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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| # 165 | No key | | # 288 | C | | # 104 | C | | # 1222 | C | | # 61 | C | | # 665 | C | | # 402 | C | | # 575 | C | | # 1061 | C | | # 379 | C | | # 917 | C | | # 370 | C | | # 438 | C | | # 875 | No key | | # 34 | C |
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