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O let my trembling soul be still,
While darkness veils this mortal eye,
And wait Thy wise and holy will,
Though wrapped in fears and mystery:
I cannot, Lord, Thy purpose see;
Yet all is well since ruled by Thee!
When, mounted on Thy clouded car,
Thou send’st Thy darker spirits down,
I can discern Thy light afar,
Thy light sweet beaming through their frown;
And, should I faint a moment, then
I think of Thee, and smile again.
So trusting in Thy love, I tread
The narrow path of duty on;
What though some cherished joys are fled?
What though some flattering dreams are gone?
Yet purer, nobler joys remain,
And peace is won through conquered pain.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ST. CATHERINE (ST. FINBAR)
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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1864,1870
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 395 | No key | | # 441 | No key | | # 252 | Ab | | # 288 | Ab | | # 162 | G | | # 279 | G | | # 606 | G | | # 343 | G | | # 558 | G | | # 355 | G | | # 420 | G | | # 167 | Ab |
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