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The vast designs of providence
Lie unexplored by feeble sense;
Wrapt up and hid from mortal sight,
In mystic clouds or dazzling light.
The wicked boasts his heart’s desire,
His sumptuous fare and rich attire;
Still be augments his useless store,
And still impatient craves for more.
He bears aloft his haughty eyes,
Mercy contemns, and wrath defies;
No pangs attend his parting breath,
Careless through life, yet calm in death.
But lo! Successive troubles roll
O’er the believer’s fainting soul;
Satan assaults and break his peace,
And but with life his sorrows cease.
Thy judgments, Lord, a mighty deep,
We meditate —and silence keep;
And though thy path to us unknown,
We still thy truth and mercy own.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1818 | # 35 |
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RETREAT
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1842
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 32 | No key | | # 319 | Ab | | # 296 | Bb | | # 432 | Bb | | # 50 | C | | # 129 | C | | # 164 | C | | # 766 | C |
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