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The Lord! how fearful is his name!
How wide is his command!
nature, with all her moving frame,
Rests on his mighty hand.
Immortal glory forms his throne,
And light his awful robe;
Whilst, with a smile, or with a frown,
He manages the globe.
A word of his almighty breath
Can swell or sink the seas;
Build the vast empires of the earth,
Or break them, as he please.
Adoring angels round him fall,
In all their shining forms,
His Sovereign eye looks through them all,
And pities mortal worms.
His bowels to our worthless race
In sweet compassion move;
He clothes his looks with softest grace,
And takes his title, Love.
Now let the Lord for ever reign,
And sway us as he will,
Sick, or in health, in ease, or pain
We are his favorites still.
No more shall peevish passion rise,
The tongue no more complain;
'Tis Sovereign Love that lends our joys,
And love resumes again.
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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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Ex 33:19; Is 12:4;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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HENRY
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1841
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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echo ' | ';
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