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Thou sovereign Ruler of the world,
To thee would I resign,
My future hopes and present joys,
And learn thy will divine.
I kiss the hand which holds the rod,
Nor will I dare complain;
Although my brightest days be past,
My darkest still remain.
Compared with what my Saviour felt,
How light my sorrows are;
Nor can the greatest pains I feel,
With pains of hell compare.
Then will I patiently submit,
Nor let a murmur rise,
While I possess a steadfast hope
Of bliss beyond the skies.
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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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Ec 11:8; 1 Th 1:3;
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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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Name:
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ST. FULBERT
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1849
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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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| # 108 | D | | # 205 | D | | # 8 | D | | # 189 | D | | # 48 | E | | # 1010 | E | | # 604 | E | | # 125 | E | | # 628 | Eb | | # 306 | Eb | | # 816.2 | No key |
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