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We will not doubt thee, gracious Lord,
Since thou dost bid us trust,
Who never can’st forget thy word
And art as good as just.
The birds that lightly wing the air
Sow not, nor store their bread;
Yet are protected by thy care,
And by thy bounty fed.
Thus too the lilies of the field
Which neither toil nor spin,
And often are from sight concealed,
Arrayed in beauty shine.
If thou dost clothe the dying flower,
The sparrow’s want supply,
We must in every trying hour
Be safe beneath thine eye.
We will not dread the days of pain,
For when they bring us grief,
Thy grace our frailty will sustain,
Or thou wilt give relief.
More and yet more unto the end
Conform us to thy Son;
And then whatever thou shalt send
Thy holy will be done.
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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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Mt 6:33;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 624 |
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