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My soul is grieved because my foes
With treacherous plans my way enclose;
But from the snares that they devise
Their own undoing shall arise.
My heart is steadfast, O my King,
My heart is tuned Thy praise to sing;
Awake, my soul, and swell the song,
Let vibrant harp the notes prolong.
Yea, I will early wake and sing,
A thankful hymn to Thee will bring,
For unto Heaven Thy mercies rise,
Thy truth is lofty as the skies.
Be Thou, O God, exalted high,
Yea, far above the starry sky,
And let Thy glory be displayed
O’er all the earth Thy hands have made.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1912
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 57:6;
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MUSIC
Name:
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CHURCH TRIUMPHANT
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1874
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 86 | A | | # 226 | Bb | | # 204 | Bb | | # 194 | Bb | | # 58 | Bb | | # 182 | Bb | | # 443 | Bb | | # 196 | Bb | | # 35 | Bb | | # 279 | C | | # 129 | C | | # 423 | No key |
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