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God of the changing year, Whose arm of power
In safety leads through danger’s darkest hour,
Here in Thy temple bow Thy children down,
To bless Thy mercy and Thy might to own.
Thine are the beams that cheer us on our way,
And pour around the gladdening light of day;
Thine is the night, and the fair orbs that shine
To cheer its hours of darkness; all are Thine.
If round our path the thorns of sorrow grew,
And mortal friends were faithless, Thou wast true;
Did sickness shake the frame, or anguish tear
The wounded spirit, Thou was present there.
Yet when our hearts review departed days,
How vast thy mercies! how remiss our praise!
Well may we dread thine awful eye to meet,
Bend at thy throne, and worship at thy feet.
O lend Thine ear, and lift our voice to Thee;
Where’er we dwell, still let Thy mercy be;
From year to year still nearer to Thy shrine
Draw our frail hearts, and make them wholly Thine.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Mal 3:6; Mal 3:6;
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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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| 1854 | # 400 | | 1851 | # 539 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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PENITENTIA
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1874
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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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| # 325 | Eb | | # 391 | Eb |
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