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Why should I murmur or repine,
Beneath the smarting rod;
When all the trials I endure,
Come from a gracious God.
He never lifts his hand to strike,
But I provoke the blow;
Swift are the movements of his love,
Those of his anger slow.
With the great Sovereign of the world,
I would not dare to strive;
He at his pleasure wounds and heals,
And kills and makes alive.
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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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Is 45:9;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ARLINGTON
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1762,1784
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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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| # 482 | F | | # 372 | F | | # 39 | G | | # 255 | G | | # 405 | G | | # 142 | G | | # 261 | G | | # 440 | G | | # 656 | G | | # 155 | F | | # 207 | F |
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