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Beset with dangers all around,
And perfect strangers to the way,
Grant us, oh Lord, thy special aid,
Or we shall faint or go astray.
Show us the path that we should tread,
That leads direct to thine abode;
And let thy blessed Spirit be
Our constant guide along the road.
Each moment fresh instructions give;
For till we reach the blissful sore,
A thousand lessons we shall need,
And those obtained, a thousand more.
And if, dear Lord, thus taught by thee,
We join at last the ransomed throng,
We’ll tell us all thy mercies past,
And raise thy glories in our song.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Deu 8:2; Ps 139:24;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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MUSIC
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ANGELS SONG
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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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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| # 11 | A | | # 27 | D | | # 55 | F | | # 1237 | F | | # 360 | F | | # 629 | F | | # 488 | F | | # 381 | F | | # 340 | F | | # 462 | F | | # 8 | F | | # 384 | G | | # 388 | G | | # 478 | G | | # 332.1 | No key |
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