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Dark is the sky that overhangs my soul,
The mists are thick that through the valley roll,
But as I tread, I cheer my heart and say,
When the day breaks, the shadows flee away.
I bear the lamp my Master gave to me,
Burning and shining must it ever be,
And I must tend it till the night decay,
Till the day break, and shadows flee away.
God maketh all things good unto His own,
For thee in every darkness light is sown ;
He will make good the gloom of this my clay ;
Till that day break, and shadows flee away.
He will be near me in that awful hour,
When the last foe shall come in blackest power ;
And He will hear me when at last I pray,
Let the day break, the shadows flee away.
In Him, my God, my Glory, I will trust :
Awake and sing, O dweller in the dust !
Who shall come, will come and will not delay,
His day will break, those shadows flee away.
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10 10 10 10
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1903
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10 10 10 10
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| # 17 | E | | # 420 | Eb | | # 382 | Eb | | # 17 | Eb | | # 42 | Eb | | # 902 | Eb | | # 62 | Eb | | # 420 | Eb | | # 17 | Eb | | # 632 | Eb | | # 638 | No key |
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