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Though small the drops of falling rain,
If one be singly viewed;
Collected, they o’erspread the plain,
And form a mighty flood.
The house it meets with in its course,
Should not he built on clay;
Lest, with a wild resistless force,
It sweep the whole away.
Though for awhile it seemed secure,
It will not bear the shock;
Unless it has foundations sure,
And stands upon a rock.
Thus sinners think their evil deeds,
Like drops of rain, are small;
But it the pow’r of thought exceeds,
To count the sum of all.
One sin can raise, though small it seems,
A flood to drown the soul;
What then, when countless million streams
Shall join, to swell the whole.
Yet, while they think the weather fair,
If warned, they smile or frown;
But they will tremble and despair,
When the fierce flood comes down!
O! then on Jesus ground your hope,
That stone in Zion laid;
Lest your poor building quickly drop,
With ruin, on your head.
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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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Mt 7:24; 1 Pe 2:6;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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WARWICK
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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c1796
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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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| # 188 | D | | # 418 | D | | # 387 | D | | # 507 | Eb | | # 731 | Eb | | # 793 | Eb | | # 339 | D |
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