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Though the fig tree’s blossom fail,
And the vines should bring no fruit;
Though the olive, smit with hail,
Cast its foliage round the root;
Though the fields should yield no meat,
And the herds forsake the stall,
In the folds no flocks should bleat
At the shepherd’s well-known call:—
yet will I n God rejoice,
In Jehovah I will trust,
And extol, with heart and voice,
his salvation from the dust;
He can raise my fallen head,
he can all my sickness cure;
God will give his children bread,
And their water shall be sure.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7 D
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Bible Refs:
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Hab 3:17-18;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ABERYSTWYTH
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7 D
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1879
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 209 | No key | | # 296 | No key | | # 120 | Em | | # 297 | Em | | # 158 | Em | | # 441 | Em | | # 466 | Em | | # 286 | Em | | # 227 | Em | | # 528 | Em | | # 726 | Em | | # 119 | Em | | # 251 | F#m |
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