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Bow, ye saints, before your God,
The just and holy one;
Humbly bear the chastening rod,
And say, thy will be done;
Think, amidst your sad complaint,
Still he keeps your good in view;
When he smites, lest you should faint,
He will your strength renew.
All the sufferings you endure,
Are light compared with sin;
Soon these trials will be o’er,
And glory shall begin:
Now, though in the furnace cast,
‘Tis your graces to refine;
Hold the word of promise fast,
And brighter you shall shine.
Cease, ye saints, your strains of woe,
The cross ensures the crown;
For the mourners here below,
The seeds of bliss are sown:
Cheerful then at his command,
Bow obedient at his feet;
They shall most securely stand,
Who lowly now submit.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1818 | # 208 |
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AMSTERDAM
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7 6 7 6 7 7 7 6
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1742
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 114 | No key | | # 278 | F | | # 122 | G | | # 101 | G | | # 501 | G | | # 17 | G | | # 91 | G | | # 204 | F | | # 455 | A | | # 361 | F |
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