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I bow me to Thy will, O God,
And all Thy ways adore,
And every day I live I’d seek
To please Thee more and more.
Why should I care O blessèd Lord?
Since all my cares are Thine;
Why not in triumph
live, once, since Thou
Hast made Thy triumphs mine?
Lead on, lead on triumphantly,
O blessèd Lord! Lead on;
Faith’s pilgrim sons behind Thee seek
The road that Thou hast gone.
He always wins who sides with God,
To him no chance is lost;
God’s will is sweetest to him when
It triumphs at his cost.
Ill that God blesses is our good,
And unblest good is ill;
And all is right that seems most wrong,
If it be His sweet will.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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1 Th 2:4;
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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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| 1981 | # 87 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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STROUDWATER
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1721
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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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| # 407 | G | | # 87 | G |
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