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Nothing here can satisfy,
Nought can ease my troubled breast;
Earthly joys in vain I try,
These afford no solid rest.
Wealth nor mirth nor honours can
Yield a balm to my complaint,
’Tis beyond the reach of man,
To restore a drooping saint.
Jesus, to thy cross I fly,
Thence my comforts 1 derive ;
At thy feet I prostrate lie,
Till thou dost my soul revive.
Lord, regard my broken prayer,
All my hope in thee is found;
Thou canst save mc from despair,
Make my peace and joy abound.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 102:4;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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INNOCENTS
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7 7 7 7
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1850
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 91 | No key | | # 739 | D | | # 739 | D | | # 1149 | E | | # 842 | E | | # 230 | E | | # 257 | E | | # 175 | E | | # 291 | Eb | | # 403 | Eb | | # 20 | Eb | | # 343 | Eb | | # 33 | G |
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