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Oh Lord, thy covenant and thy word
Sweet solace to the saints afford;
And when oppressed with guilt and grief,
‘Tis here they come and find relief.
From hence their hope and comfort flow,
Their choicest blessings here below;
As infants nourished by the breast,
They’re here supplied and richly blest.
Hither, ye thirsty souls supply,
Salvation’s wells are never dry;
The waters through the desert glide,
And spread their virtue far and wide.
Such satisfaction nought can give,
As faith shall from the word derive;
Yet all below is but a taste,
‘Tis heaven that yields a full repast.
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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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Is 12:3; 1 Pe 2:2;
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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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MUSIC
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Name:
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MARYTON
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1874
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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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| # 320 | D | | # 456 | D | | # 518 | E | | # 63 | E | | # 32 | E | | # 128 | Eb | | # 451 | Eb | | # 385 | Eb | | # 426 | Eb | | # 122 | Eb | | # 11 | Eb |
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