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Silence, oh my soul, thy Father
Guides the rod with gentle hand;
Still he loves, though he chastise thee,
Fruitless is it to withstand:
Yield submission
To his wise and just command.
Oh how short of sin’s deserving
Are the strokes which I sustain;
What’s a momentary anguish,
When compared with endless pain?
Cease thy sorrows,
Thou shalt see his smiles again.
Though the storm appears in fury,
Winds from adverse quarters roar;
Thou art safe, the Lord’s thy pilot,
Soon he’ll bring thee to the shore:
Thou shalt praise him,
Praise his name for evermore.
Fear not foes encircling round thee,
Faith and hope shall still prevail;
Christ thy guardian will defend thee,
His support can never fail:
Rest in Jesus,
Foes will then in vain assail.
Though of earthly good bereaved,
Greater food hast thou in store;
Jesus is thy loving Saviour,
Who for thee exert his power:
Blessed treasure,
Worlds compared with thee are poor.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 4 7
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Bible Refs:
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Jam 4:7;
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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 | # 36 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ETON COLLEGE
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8 7 8 7 4 7
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1889
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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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| # 570 | Eb | | # 577 | F |
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