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See how the heavens are overcast,
And hear the tempests roar;
Many the griefs already past,
But still I look for more.
Unnumbered sins a burden lie,
On my bewildered mind;
And I a thousand methods try,
Yet no relief can find.
To thee, my Saviour and my God,
I make my troubles known;
Oh cast away thy threatening rod,
And bid my fears be gone.
One cheering look or word of thine
Will set my soul at rest;
No more with sorrow overwhelmed,
No more with guilt oppressed.
Give me thy wondrous grace to know,
And taste thy richest love;
A taste is all I hope below,
The feast will be above.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Song #
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| 1818 | # 546 |
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LLOYD
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 50 | Eb | | # 79 | Eb | | # 29 | F | | # 230 | No key |
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