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My Lord, how full of sweet content;
I pass my years of banishment!
Where’er I dwell, I dwell with Thee,
In Heaven, in earth, or on the sea.
To me remains nor place nor time;
My country is in every clime;
I can be calm and free from care
On any shore, since God is there.
While place we seek, or place we shun
The soul finds happiness in none;
But with a God to guide our way,
’Tis equal joy, to go or stay.
Could I be cast where Thou are not,
That were indeed a dreadful lot:
But regions none remote I call,
Secure of finding God in all.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1722,1801
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Bible Refs:
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Rm 8:35;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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HAMBURG (BOSTON)
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1824,1825
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| # 82 | F | | # 323 | F | | # 495 | F | | # 213 | F | | # 293 | F | | # 336 | F |
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