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Since thou hast said, “seek ye my face,”
Lord, we obey thy voice;
And in thy power and saving grace,
We gratefully rejoice.
Here, joy is ever mixed with woe,
And ill with good we find;
Nor is there any bliss below
Can fill the immortal mind.
The path unto our blessed abode,
Through various dangers lies;
A thousand snares beset the road,
A thousand terrors rise.
Satan and sin unite their art
To turn us from thee Lord;
Guard by thy grace each tempted heart,
And guide us by the word.
Our Guardian, our Almighty Friend,
On thee our hopes we rest;
On thee our strength and peace depend,
Be near us and we’re blessed.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 27:8; Jn 17:11;
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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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| 1853 | # 489 |
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