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Hosannah, with a cheerful sound,
To God's upholding hand;
Ten thousand snares attend us round,
And yet secure we stand.
That was a most amazing power
That raised us with a word,
And every day and every hour
We lean upon the Lord.
The evening rests our weary head,
And angels guard the room;
We wake, and we admire the bed
That was not made our tomb.
The rising morning can't assure
That we shall end the day;
For death stands ready at the door
To seize our lives away.
Our breath is forfeited by sin
To God's avenging law;
We own thy grace, immortal King,
In every gasp we draw.
God is our sun, whose daily light
Our joy and safety brings;
Our feeble flesh lies safe at night
Beneath his shady wings.
---Alternative verses---
The rising morning can't assure
That we shall end the day;
For death stands ready at the door
To take our lives away.
Our breath is forfeited by sin
To God's avenging law;
We own thy grace, immortal King,
In ev'ry breath we draw.
God is our Sun, whose daily light
Our joy and safety brings;
Our feeble flesh lies safe at night
Beneath his cov'ring wings.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LLOYD
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| # 50 | Eb | | # 79 | Eb | | # 29 | F | | # 230 | No key |
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