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Lord we adore thy wondrous name,
And make that name our trust,
Which raised at first this curious frame
From mean and lifeless dust.
Awhile these frail machine endure,
The fabric of a day;
Then know their vital powers no more,
But moulder back to clay.
Yet, Lord, whate’er is felt or feared,
This thought is our repose,
That He, by whom this frame was reared,
Its various weakness knows.
Thou view’st us with a pitying eye,
While struggling with our load;
In pains and dangers thou art night,
Our Father, and our God.
Gently supported by thy love,
We tend to realms of peace;
Where every pain shall far remove,
And every frailty cease.
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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 103;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1851 | # 113 |
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