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Great God, how infinite art thou,
How bright thy glories shine!
The whole creation bows to thee,
And owns thy power divine.
With pitying eye thy sight surveys
Our numerous scenes of woe;
With equal skill thy hands divide,
Our varied lot below.
Sickness and health, and life and death,
Fly swift at thy command;
Thy wisdom none can comprehend,
or stay thy mighty hand.
From thee our wealth, our friends, our hopes,
And all our comforts flow;
To thee our warmest gratitude,
And highest praise we owe.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 146:6-8;
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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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| 1818 | # 20 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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FINGAL
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1885
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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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| # 539 | D | | # 456 | Eb | | # 159 | Eb | | # 4 | Eb |
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