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But who thy anger's dread effects
does, as he ought, revere?
And yet thy wrath does fall or rise,
as more or less we fear.
So teach us, Lord, th' uncertain sum
of our short days to mind,
That to true wisdom all our hearts
may ever be inclined.
O to thy servants, Lord, return,
and speedily relent!
As we of our misdeeds, do thou
of our just doom repent.
To satisfy and cheer our souls
thy early mercy send;
That we may all our days to come
in joy and comfort spend.
Let happy times, with large amends,
dry up our former tears,
Or equal at tile least the term
of our afflicted years.
To all thy servants, Lord, let this
thy wondrous work be known,
And to our offspring yet unborn
thy glorious pow'r be shown.
Let thy bright rays upon us shine;
give thou our work success:
The glorious work we have in hand
do thou vouchsafe to bless.
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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 90:11-17;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Year
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Song #
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| 1821 | # 90 |
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