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Thou, who didst stoop below
To drain the cup of woe
Wearing the form of frail mortality,
Thy blesséd labours done,
Thy crown of victory won,
Hast passed from earth, passed to Thy home on high.
It was no path of flowers
Through this dark world of ours,
Belovéd of the Father, Thou didst tread:
And shall we in dismay
Shrink from the narrow way,
When clouds and darkness are around it spread ?
O Thou, who art our life,
Be with us through the strife!
Thy holy head by earth's fierce storms was bowed ;
Raise Thou our eyes above,
To see a Father's love
Beam, like the bow of promise, through the cloud.
E'en through the awful gloom
Which hovers o'er the tomb,
That light of love our guiding star shall be:
Our spirits shall not dread
The shadowy way to tread,
Friend, Guardian, Saviour! which doth lead to Thee.
---Alternative verses---
Thou, who didst stoop below
To drain the cup of woe
And wear the form of frail mortality,
Thy blesséd labours done,
Thy crown of victory won,
Hast passed from earth, passed to Thy home on high.
O Thou, who art our life,
Be with us through the strife!
Was not the head by earth's rude tempests bowed?
Raise Thou our eyes above,
To see a Father's love
Beam, like the bow of promise, through the cloud.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 10 6 6 10
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Dates:
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1840
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Bible Refs:
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Phil 2:8;
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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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| 1866 | # 737 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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NAUL
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Meter:
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6 6 10 6 6 10
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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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| # 268.1 | G |
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Hymn Writer
