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Look back, my soul, with grateful love
On what thy God has done;
Praise him for his unnumbered gifts,
And praise him for his Son.
How oft hath his indulgent hand
My flowing eyelids dried,
And rescued from impending death,
When I in danger cried!
When on the bed of pain I lay,
With sickness sore oppressed,
How oft hath he assuaged my grief,
And lulled my eyes to rest.
Back from destruction’s yawning pit
At his command I came;
He fed the expiring lamp anew,
And raised its feeble flame.
My broken spirit he hath cheered,
When torn with inward grief;
And, when temptations pressed me sore,
Hath brought me swift relief.
Still will I walk before his face,
While he this life prolongs;
Till grace shall all its work complete,
And teach me heavenly songs.
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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 116;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1851 | # 427 |
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