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Should famine o’er the mourning field
Extend her desolating reign,
Nor spring her blooming beauties yield,
Nor autumn swell the fruitful grain;
Should loving herds, and bleating sheep,
Around their famished master die;
And hope itself despairing weep,
While life deplores its last supply;
Amid the dark, the deathful scene,
If I can say, The Lord is mine!
The joy shall triumph o’er the pain,
And glory dawn, though life decline.
The God of my salvation lives;
My nobler life he will sustain;
His word immortal vigour gives,
Nor shall my glorious hopes be vain.
Thy presence, Lord, can cheer my heart
Tho' ev'ry earthly comfort die;
Thy smile can bid my pains depart,
And raise my sacred pleasures high.
O let me hear thy blissful voice,
Inspiring life and joys divine!
The barren desert shall rejoice,
’Tis Paradise if thou art mine!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Hab 3:17-18;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1851 | # 507 | | 1815 | # 288 |
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RETREAT
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1842
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 32 | No key | | # 319 | Ab | | # 296 | Bb | | # 432 | Bb | | # 50 | C | | # 129 | C | | # 164 | C | | # 766 | C |
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