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If God be on my side,
Then let who will oppose,
For oft ere now to Him I cried,
And he hath quelled my foes.
If Jesus be my Friend,
If God doth love me well,
What matters all my foes intend,
Though strong they be and fell?
Here I can firmly rest,
I dare to boast of this,
That God the Highest and the Best,
My Friend and Father is.
From dangerous snares He saves,
Where'er He bids me go
He checks the storms and calms the waves,
That nought can work me woe.
I rest upon the ground
Of Jesus and His blood,
For 'tis through Him that I have found
The True Eternal Good.
Nought have I of mine own,
Nought in the life I lead,
What Christ hath given me, that alone
Is worth all love indeed.
His Spirit in me dwells,
O'er all my mind He reigns,
All care and sadness He dispels,
And soothes away all pains.
He prospers day by day
His work within my heart,
Till I have strength and faith to say,
Thou God my Father art!
When weakness on me lies,
And tempts me to despair,
He speaketh words and utters sighs
Of more than mortal prayer;
But what no tongue can tell,
Thou God canst hear and see,
Who readest in the heart full well
If aught there pleaseth Thee.
He whispers in my breast
Sweet words of holy cheer,
How he who seeks in God his rest
Shall ever find Him near;
How God hath built above
A city fair and new,
Where eye and heart shall see and prove
What faith has counted true.
There is prepared on high
My heritage, my lot;
Though here on earth I sink and die,
My heaven shall fail me not.
Though here my days are dark,
And oft my tears must rain,
Whene'er my Saviour's Light I mark,
Lo, all is bright again.
Who joins him to that Lord
Whom Satan flies and hates,
Shall find himself despised, abhorred,
For him the burden waits
Of mockery and shame,
Heaped on his guiltless head;
And crosses, trials, cruel blame,
Shall be his daily bread.
I knew it long ere now,
Yet am I not afraid;
The God to whom I pledged my vow,
Will surely send His aid.
At cost of all I have,
At cost of life and limb,
I cling to God who yet shall save,
I will not turn from Him.
The world may fail and flee,
Thou standest fast for ever,
Nor fire, nor sword, nor plague, from Thee
My trusting soul shall sever.
No hunger, and no thirst,
No poverty or pain,
Let mighty princes do their worst,
Shall fright me back again.
No joys that angels know,
No throne or wide-spread fame,
No love or loss, no fear or woe,
No grief of heart or shame—
Man cannot aught conceive
Of pleasure or of harm
That e'er could tempt my soul to leave
Her refuge in Thine arm.
My heart for gladness springs,
It cannot more be sad,
For very joy it laughs and sings,
Sees nought but sunshine glad.
The sun that glads mine eyes
Is Christ the Lord I love,
I sing for joy of that which lies
Stored up for us above.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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Dates:
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1650,1855
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Bible Refs:
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1 Pe 3:13-14;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ELLACOMBE
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1784,1868
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| # 279 | No key | | # 176 | No key | | # 174 | Ab | | # 59 | Bb | | # 499 | Bb | | # 558 | Bb | | # 385 | Bb | | # 695 | Bb | | # 1056 | Bb | | # 836 | Bb | | # 8 | Bb |
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