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Let me not wander comfortless,
My Father, far from Thee;
But still beneath Thy guardian wing
In holy quiet be.
The storms of grief, the tears of woe,
Soothed by Thy love, shall cease;
And all the trembling spirit breathe
A deep, unbroken peace.
The power of prayer shall o’er me shed
A deep, celestial calm;
More soft than evening’s twilight dews,
my soul shall feel its balm.
For there Thy still, small voice shall speak
Thy great, Thy boundless love;
And tears and smiles, and grief and joy,
Shall lift my soul above.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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SAWLEY
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1860
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 741 | Bb | | # 424 | Bb | | # 633 | Bb | | # 1143 | Bb | | # 9 | Bb | | # 334 | Bb | | # 305 | Bb |
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