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O Lord, how happy is the time
When in Thy love I rest :
When from my weariness I climb
E'en to Thy tender breast !
The night of sorrow endeth there,
Thy rays outshine the sun ;
And in Thy pardon and Thy care
The heaven of heavens is won.
That is not losing much of life
Which is not losing Thee ;
Thou art as present in the strife
As in the victory.
And when life's fiercest storms are sent
Upon life's wildest sea,
My little bark is confident
Because it holdeth Thee.
Thou art my strength, on Thee I lean ;
My heart Thou makest sing,
And to Thy pastures green at length
Thy chosen flock wilt bring.
To others death seems dark and grim,
But not, O Lord, to me :
I know Thou ne'er forsakest him
Who puts his trust in Thee.
Wherefore, how happy is the time
When in Thy love I rest ;
When from my weariness I climb
E'en to Thy tender breast !
The night of sorrow endeth there,
Thy rays outshine the sun ;
And in Thy pardon and Thy care.
The heaven of heavens is won.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1692
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MUSIC
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WILTSHIRE
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1795
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 1469 | Ab | | # 246 | Bb | | # 406 | Bb | | # 589 | Bb | | # 1566 | Bb | | # 72 | Bb | | # 73 | Bb | | # 562 | Bb | | # 57 | Bb | | # 427 | Bb | | # 454 | Bb | | # 290 | Bb | | # 633 | D |
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