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Not that Thy boundless love, my God,
Sheds blessing on my way,
And gilds as with a heavenly beam
The darkness of earth’s day,—
Not now for breath of summer flowers,
For smiles of sunny skies,
The still, small voice of gratitude
Shall to Thine ear arise.
I bless Thee for the ministry
Of sorrow’s lonely hour,
When darkly o’er my stricken head
I see the storm-clouds lower;
Thy love can still the billow’s roar,
And whisper, “Peace; be still!”
While faith doth on Thy promise rest,
And bless the Father’s will.
The shadow and the storm must come;
O, grant that faith divine
Which triumphs o’er the might of grief,
And moulds man’s will to Thine!
In hours of deepest gloom, mine eye
One blessed ray can see;
A sunlit side that cloud must have,
Which hides Thy face from me.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1854 | # 275 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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LLANGRISTIOLUS
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8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.)
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1870
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 7 | Bb |
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