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Sweet is thy mercy, O my God!
When humbled at thy feet,
I learn the lessons of thy rod,
Thy mercy, Lord, is sweet.
For thou dost not in wrath chastise,
But when I go astray,
“Return,” a voice behind me cries,
“Walk here;—this is the way.”
Impatient of thine easy yoke,
If heedless yet I roam,
Some sharp affliction, with a stroke
Of kindness, warns me home.
That godly sorrow then I feel,
Which nothing can control,
Until the hand that wounded, heal,
That bruised me, make me whole.
As, at thy word, the winds and waves
From ocean warfare cease;
That word my soul from shipwreck saves,
Thy presence brings me peace.
“Sweet is thy mercy, I my God!”
‘T is transport to repeat,
When thou hast thrown aside the rod,
“Thy mercy, Lord, is sweet!”
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 109:21; Mic 6:9;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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LONDON NEW
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1671,1968
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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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| # 335 | D | | # 42 | D | | # 218 | D | | # 65 | D | | # 335 | D | | # 258 | Eb | | # 224 | Eb | | # 373 | Eb |
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