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Child of the dust, art thou alone,
Quite unbefriended and unknown,
And haste thou been by him forget,
Who formed thy frame and fixed thy lot?
Who laid his Son within the grave,
Thy soul from endless death to save?
Who gave his Spirit to console,
And make thy wounded bosom whole?
Is not his voice in evening’s gale?
Beams not from him the star so pale?
Is there a leaf can fade or die,
Unnoticed by his watchful eye?
Ech fluttering hope, each anxious fear,
Each lonely sigh, each silent tear,
To thine Almighty Friend are known:
Then say not thou art all alone.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Heb 13:5;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1853 | # 69 |
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