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I'll celebrate thy praises, Lord,
who didst thy pow'r employ
To raise my drooping head, and check
my foes insulting joy.
In my distress, I cried to thee,
who kindly didst relieve,
And from the grave's expecting jaws
my hopeless life retrieve.
Thus to his courts, ye saints of his,
with songs of praise repair;
With me commemorate his truth,
and providential care.
His wrath has but a moment's reign,
his favor no decay;
Your night of grief is recompensed
with joy's returning day.
But I in prosp'rous days presumed;
no sudden change I feared,
Whilst in my sunshine of success
no low'ring cloud appeared.
But soon I found thy favor, Lord,
my empire's only trust;
For when thou hid'st thy face, I saw
my honor laid in dust.
Then, as I vainly had presumed,
my error I confessed;
And thus, with supplicating voice,
thy mercy's throne addressed:
"What profit is there in my blood,
congealed by death's cold night?
Can silent ashes speak thy praise,
thy wondrous truth recite?"
"Hear me, O Lord; in mercy, hear:
thy wonted aid extend;
Do thou send help, on whom alone
I can for help depend."
'Tis done! Thou hast my mournful scene
to songs and dances turned;
Invested me with robes of state,
who late in sackcloth mourned.
Exalted thus, I'll gladly: sing
thy praise in grateful verse;
And, as thy favors endless are,
Thy endless praise rehearse.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1696
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 30;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1821 | # 30 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ARLINGTON
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1762,1784
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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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| # 482 | F | | # 372 | F | | # 39 | G | | # 255 | G | | # 405 | G | | # 142 | G | | # 261 | G | | # 440 | G | | # 656 | G | | # 155 | F | | # 207 | F |
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