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JESUS is mine! I’m now prepared
To meet with what I thought most hard;
Yes, let the winds of trouble blow,
And comforts melt away like snow:
No blasted trees, or failing crops,
Can hinder my eternal hopes;
Though creatures change,
the LORD’S the same,
Then let me triumph in his name.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Hab 3:17-18;
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echo ' | ';
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