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The mighty flood that rolls
Its torrents to the main,
Can ne'er recall its waters lost
From that abyss again:
So days, and years, and time,
Descending down to night,
Can thenceforth never more return
Back to the sphere of light:
And man, when in the grave.
Can never quit its gloom.
Until the eternal morn shall wake
The slumber of the tomb.
O, may I find in death
A hiding-place with God,
Secure from woe and sin; till called
To share his blessed abode!
Cheer'd by this hope, I wait.
Through toil, and care, and grief.
Till my appointed course is run,
And death shall bring relief.
The mighty flood that rolls
Its torrents to the main,
Can ne'er recall its waters lost
From that abyss again:
So days, and years, and time,
Descending down to night,
Can thenceforth never more return
Back to the sphere of light:
And man, when in the grave.
Can never quit its gloom.
Until the eternal morn shall wake
The slumber of the tomb.
O, may I find in death
A hiding-place with God,
Secure from woe and sin; till called
To share his blessed abode!
Cheer'd by this hope, I wait.
Through toil, and care, and grief.
Till my appointed course is run,
And death shall bring relief.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Job 14:11-14;
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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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| 1826 | # 190 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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SHIRLAND
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.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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| # 253 | G | | # 341 | G | | # 761 | G |
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