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My soul amid this stormy world Is like




My soul, amid this stormy world,
Is like some fluttered dove,
And fain would be as swift of wing,
And flee to Him I love.


The cords that bound my heart to earth
Are loosed by Jesusí hand;
Before His Cross I now am left
A stranger in the land.


That visage marred,
those sorrows deep,
The thorns, the scourge, the gall,
These were the golden chains of love
His captive to enthral.


Fain would I, Saviour,
know Thy love,
Which yet no measure knows,
Would search the depths
of all Thy wounds,
The secret of Thy woes.


Fain would I strike the golden harp,
And wear the promised crown;
And at Thy feet, while bending low,
Would sing what grace has done.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs:
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1981# 164
      MUSIC
      Name: MEDITATION
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1890
        SCORE PREVIEW
        score
        LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
        Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
        # 164F
        # 455F
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