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I thank the goodness and the grace
That on my birth have smile,
And made me, in these latter days,
A happy, Christian child.
I was not born, as thousands are,
Where God is never known,
And taught to say a useless prayer
To gods of wood and stone.
I was not born a little slave,
To labour in the sun,
And wish I were but in my grave,
And all my labour done.
My God, I thank thee, who hast planned
A better lot for me,
And placed me in this happy land,
Where I may hear of thee.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1866 | # 1078 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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BROWN
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1844,1867
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 38 | Bb | | # 410 | Bb | | # 753 | Bb | | # 159 | A |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
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