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IN A SEASON OF DISTRESS




Oppressed with inward grief,
To thee, oh Lord, I fly;
No creature can afford relief,
Or help me when I cry.


To thee my case I tell,
With sighs and groans and tears;
In such a frame thy grace I feel,
And glimmering hope appear.


Oh could a feeble worm,
Like wrestling Jacob prove,
I then might combat every storm,
And triumph in thy love.


But what have I to plead?
No merit can I boast:
And did not Jesus intercede,
My soul would still be lost.

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LYRICS
Meter: 6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1818
      Bible Refs: Ps 31:10; Ps 61:2;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1818# 437
      MUSIC
      Name: SHIRLAND
      Meter: 6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates:
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