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Oh God, our only help and hope,
The nation’s shield, the church’s prop
Now condescend again to smile
On our distinguished native isle.
From thy high throne above the skies,
Behold what wicked men devise;
Avert, oh Lord, the threatened storm,
And disconcert the schemes they form.
Utter thy voice, impress with fear,
Let them thine awful power revere;
And learn from thine uplifted rod,
That Britain still is dear to God.
Oh thou whose rule and sovereign sway,
All things in heaven and earth obey,
Abase the proud, exalt the poor,
Let sinners tremble, saints adore.
For Zion’s sake, that favoured name,
Clothe all our enemies with shame;
Our thankful voices then shall raise
Loud songs to our deliverer’s praise.
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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 46:6; Hab 3:2;
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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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| 1818 | # 745 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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FESTUS (BONN)
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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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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| # 331 | D | | # 364 | D | | # 363 | D | | # 229 | D | | # 59 | D |
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