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Let Jesus all my thoughts employ,
His presence turns my grief to joy;
When he is with me, I can call
My mercies great, my trials small.
The arms of faith around him twined,
Shall still support my sinking mind;
These eyes shall on his beauties gaze,
These lips resound his highest praise.
Oppressed with guilt, to him I come,
His smiles dispel the deepest gloom,
Tired of the world, to him I flee,
He’s more than all the world to me.
Through death’s dark valley, if he lead,
My soul would venture, fearless tread;
And on him lean till I possess,
Life, peace, and endless happiness.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 73:26;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1818 | # 559 |
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