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So many are my doubts and fears,
And so perverse my ways,
No wonder that my joys are fled,
And all my notes of praise.
I bid my drooping soul rejoice,
But it will not obey;
As well could I a mountain move,
As drive my griefs away.
Jesus, thou sun of righteousness,
With glorious splendour rise;
And shed new beams of heavenly light
On these benighted eyes.
Dispel the darkness of my mind,
And set the prisoner free;
Though I should search the globe around,
There’s help in none but thee.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1818 | # 123 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. BERNARD
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1741
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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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| # 253 | D | | # 173 | D | | # 295 | D | | # 134 | D | | # 112 | D | | # 535 | E | | # 408 | Eb | | # 949 | Eb | | # 146 | Eb | | # 173 | Eb | | # 316 | Eb | | # 183 | Eb |
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