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Oh Lord, we tremble at thy frown,
And dread thy scourging hand;
The varied sins and crimes we own,
Of this our guilty land.
But spare, oh Lord, in mercy spare
The herbage of the field;
And under thy paternal care,
May it abundance yield.
Restrain the solar fervid ray,
And grant refreshing rains;
Restore the verdure from decay,
And drench the parched plains.
But speak the word, and soon shall rise
The faint and withered grain;
And hopeful prospects of supplies,
Our hearts shall raise again.
Then we our gratitude will show,
To our preserver, God;
Our songs of melody shall flow,
And spread his praise abroad.
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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 | # 726 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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BELMONT
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1812
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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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| # 371 | No key | | # 272 | Ab | | # 540 | Ab | | # 154 | Ab | | # 339 | Eb | | # 183 | G | | # 489 | G | | # 663 | G | | # 766 | G | | # 274 | G | | # 285 | G | | # 312 | G | | # 431 | No key | | # 196 | G | | # 522 | G | | # 707 | G |
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