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While yet the morning rays appear,
Thou, Lord, my earnest suit shalt hear,
My voice to thee shall rise:
I stretch my hands, by early light,
And faith, thy mercies to invite,
Looks out with longing eyes.
How blest are they, whose hope relies
on thee, my God! their bliss shall rise,
Ans run through endless days;
In shouts of joy their praise ascends,
For thine almighty arm defends
The men who trust thy grace.
How blest are they who love thy name!
Thy love their triumph shall inflame,
And ceaseless raptures yield:
Thy saints, with all thy mercies crown’d,
Thy endless favour shall surround,
Their everlasting shield.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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Dates:
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1853
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 5;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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KEDRON
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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Dates:
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1858
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