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My soul is sad and much dismayed;
See, Lord, what legions of my foes,
With fierce Apollyon at their head,
My heav’nly pilgrimage oppose!
See, from the over-burning lake
How like a smoky cloud they rise!
With horrid blasts my soul they shake,
With storms of blasphemies and lies.
Their fiery arrows reach the mark,
My throbbing heart with anguish tear;
Each lights upon a kindred spark,
And finds abundant fuel there.
I hate the thought that wrongs the Lord;
O, I would drive it from my breast,
With Thy own sharp two-edged sword,
Far as the east is from the west!
Come then, and chase the cruel host,
Heal the deep wounds I have received!
Nor let the pow’rs of darkness boast
That I am foiled, and Thou art grieved!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1779
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Bible Refs:
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Eph 6:16; Rev 9:11;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ABBOTSFORD
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1608
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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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| # 206 | F |
echo ' | ';
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Hymn Writer
