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Sure, in this wilderness,
I’ve little cause for joy;
Confessions and complaints
Must be my sole employ;
My sins and wants,
My foes and dears,
Incessant call
For floods of tears:
Thus unbelief suggests;
But unbelief —away!
I’ll sing as well as weep,
And praise as well as pray:
Of other things,
Though I’m bereft,
Yet life remains,
And hope is left.
God bids me to rejoice,
And then, rejoice I will;
Though I no music hear,
Though I no raptures feel:
With guilt o’erwhelmed,
With grief oppressed,
In heaven I look
For peace and rest.
Though all is darkness now,
There will be light anon;
Ye gloomy fears subside,
Ye pensive thoughts be gone!
Christ will preserve
What he hath wrought,
And save the soul
His blood has bought.
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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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| 1818 | # 386 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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OLD 148TH
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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Dates:
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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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| # 161 | D | | # 108 | D |
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