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Behold, oh God, a soul oppressed
With various kinds of grief;
Since naught below can give me rest,
Do thou afford relief.
From sins and snares on every hand,
I would but cannot fly;
Come, Lord, nor at a distance stand,
When danger is so nigh.
My fears are great, my hope is small,
If any hope remain;
Thou canst my gloomy fears dispel,
My feeble hope sustain.
Thick clouds spread darkness all around,
With scarce a twinkling ray;
Bright sun of righteousness, arise,
And turn my might to day.
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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 22:11;
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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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MUSIC
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LLOYD
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.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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| # 50 | Eb | | # 79 | Eb | | # 29 | F | | # 230 | No key |
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