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O Lord, I am not proud of heart,
Nor cast a scornful eye;
Nor my aspiring thoughts employ
in things for me too high.
With infant innocence thou know'st
I have myself demeaned;
composed to quiet, like a babe
that from the breast is weaned.
Like me, let Israel hope in God,
his aid alone implore:
Both now and ever trust in Him,
who lives for evermore.
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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 131;
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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 | # 131 |
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