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The pity of the Lord
To those that fear his name,
In such as tender parents feel,
He knows our feeble frame.
He knows we are but dust,
Scattered with every breath;
It were as easy as ‘tis just
To send us swift to death.
Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o’er the field,
It withers in an hour.
But thy compassions, Lord,
The endless years endure;
And children’s children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.
---Alternative verses---
He knows we are but dust,
Scattered with every breath;
His anger, like a rising wind
Can send us swift to death.
Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower;
When blasting winds sweep o’er the field,
It withers in an hour.
But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children’s children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 103:13-18;
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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 | # 541 | | 1872 | # 103.09 | | 1866 | # 162 |
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 176 | A |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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| 6 6 8 6 (S.M.) | | 6 6 8 6 (S.M.) |
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