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Suffice that for the season past,
We have too much our pleasure sought;
For comfort cried with eager haste,
And murmured when we found it not;
We leave it now to thee alone,
Father, thy will alone be done.
Welcome alike the crown and cross,
Welcome both trouble and relief;
If thou shalt send us gain or loss,
Honour or scorn, delight or grief,
All our request shall end in one,
Father, thy will alone be done.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 6:10;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1853 | # 503 |
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