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How tender is thy hand,
O thou most gracious Lord!
Afflictions come at thy command,
And leave us at thy word.
How gentle was the rod
That chasten'd us for sin!
How soon we found a smiling God
Where deep distress had been!
A Father's hand we felt,
A Father's heart we knew;
Mid tears of penitence we knelt,
And found his word was true.
Now we will bless the Lord,
And in his strength confide;
For ever be his name ador'd,
For there is none beside.
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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SHIRLAND
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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| # 253 | G | | # 341 | G | | # 761 | G |
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