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Unite, my roving thoughts, unite
In silence soft and sweet:
And thou, my soul, sit gently down
At thy great Sovereign’s feet.
Jehovah’s awful voice is heard,
Yet gladly I attend;
For lo! the everlasting God
Proclaims himself my friend.
Harmonious accents to my soul
The sound of peace convey;
The tempest at his word subsides,
And winds and seas obey.
By all its joys, I charge my heart,
To grieve his love no more;
But, charmed by melody divine,
To give its follies o’er.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1851 | # 426 |
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