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My God, my gracious God, to thee,
Urged by devouring foes, I flee,
To thee for mercy cry;
Oh view me in th’ unequal fight,
Oppressed by numbers; awed by might:
Jehovah, God most high!
In times when fears alarm my breast,
Still on thy faithful word I’ll rest,
And there my hopes renew:
Thy word, my God, demands my praise,
In thee I’ll trust thro’ all my ways,
Nor fear what flesh can do.
For thou, my God, when shades of death
Hung round my soul, preserv’dst my breath,
Though sinking to the grave:
Shall not thy hand my steps befriend?
Oh lead me, guide me, to the end,
And to thy glory save.
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marker 99
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1853
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 56;
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MUSIC
Name:
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PEMBROKE NEW
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1853
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echo ' | ';
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