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What though no flow’rs the fig-tree clothe,
though vines their fruit deny,
The labour of the olive fail,
and fields no meat supply?
Though from the fold, with sad surprise,
my flock cut off I see;
Though famine pine in empty stalls,
where herds were wont to be?
Yet in the Lord will I be glad,
and glory in his love;
In him I’ll joy, who will the God
of my salvation prove.
He to my tardy feet shall lend
the swiftness of the roe;
Till, raised on high, I safely dwell
beyond the reach of woe.
God is the treasure of my soul,
the source of lasting joy;
A joy which want shall not impair,
nor death itself destroy.
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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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Hab 3:17-18;
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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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| 1853 | # 20 | | 1866 | # 951 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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SAWLEY
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1860
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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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| # 741 | Bb | | # 424 | Bb | | # 633 | Bb | | # 1143 | Bb | | # 9 | Bb | | # 334 | Bb | | # 305 | Bb |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
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