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This world’s a rough and stormy sea,
Where winds arise and tempests roar;
On every hand the quicksands lie,
The rocks are near, remote’s the shore.
Though mountainous the waters stand,
And dare to lift their voice on high;
When Jesus speaks, at his command,
The waves subside, the tumults die.
The soul’s a vessel rudely tossed,
By tempest on this troubled sea;
But not a saint shall e’er be lost,
Who seeks for refuge, Lord, in thee.
Then let the swelling billows roar,
In awful majesty be drest;
I’ll brave them all to gain the shore,
The haven of eternal rest.
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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 | # 750 |
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Name:
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ANGELUS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1657
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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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| # 157 | No key | | # 688 | Eb | | # 93 | Eb | | # 79 | Eb | | # 142 | Eb | | # 689 | Eb | | # 20 | Eb | | # 74 | No key | | # 424.1 | No key | | # 43.2 | No key |
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