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Though lightnings flash, and thunders roll,
And tempests loudly roar,
Take courage, oh my trembling soul,
The storm will soon be o’er.
The trial, awfully severe,
Will have a gracious end;
And though no helper now is near,
The Lord will be thy friend.
Then will I humbly wait, till he
His timely aid afford;
To his kind arm for succour flee,
And trust his holy word.
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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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Ps 42:7;
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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 | # 548 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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LONDON NEW
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1671,1968
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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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| # 335 | D | | # 42 | D | | # 218 | D | | # 65 | D | | # 335 | D | | # 258 | Eb | | # 224 | Eb | | # 373 | Eb |
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