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My trust is in the Lord;
What foe can injure me?
Why bid me like a bird
Before the fowler flee?
The Lord is on his heavenly throne,
And he will shield and save his own.
The wicked may assail,
The tempter sorely try,
All earth’s foundations fail,
All nature’s springs be dry;
Tet God is in his holy shrine,
And I am strong while he is mine.
His flock to him is dear,
He watches them from high:
He sends them trials here
To form them for the sky:
Bu safely will he tend and keep
The humblest, feeblest of his sheep.
His foes a season here
May triumph and prevail;
Bat ah! the hour is near,
When all their hopes must fail:
While, like the sun, his saints shall rise,
And shine with him above the skies.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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Dates:
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1853
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 148;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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DARWALL'S 148TH
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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Dates:
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1770
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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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| # 376 | No key | | # 228 | C | | # 23 | C | | # 12 | C | | # 117 | C | | # 619 | C | | # 202 | C | | # 210 | C | | # 20 | C | | # 678 | C | | # 108 | D | | # 36 | D | | # 86 | D | | # 154 | D | | # 268 | D | | # 342 | D | | # 546 | D | | # 111 | Db | | # 4 | No key | | # 235 | D | | # 21 | D |
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