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Long have I heard the joyful sound
Of thy salvation, Lord;
But still how weak my faith is found,
And knowledge of thy word!
Oft I frequent thy holy place,
And hear almost in vain:
How small a portion of thy grace
Does my false heart retain!
How cold and feeble is my love!
How negligent my fear!
How low my hope of joys above!
How few affections there!
Great God! thy sovereign power impart,
To give thy word success;
Write thy salvation on my heart,
And make me learn thy grace.
Show my forgetful feet the way
That leads to joys on high;
There knowledge grows without decay,
And love shall never die.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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MUSIC
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Name:
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OAKSVILLE
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1839
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| # 295 | Ab | | # 388 | Ab |
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