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Our little bark on boist'rous seas..
By cruel tempest tost,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Expecting to be lost;
We to the Lord, in humble prayer,
Breath'd out our sad distress;
Tho' feeble, yet with contrite hearts.
We begg'd return of peace.
The stormy winds did cease to blow,
The waves no more did roll;
And soon again a placid sea
Spoke comfort to each soul.
Oh! may our grateful, trembling hearts
Sweet hallelujahs sing,
To him who hath our lives preserved,
Our Saviour, and our King.
Let us proclaim to all the world.
With heart and voice, again.
And tell the wonders he hath done
For us, the sons of men.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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MUSIC
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ABRIDGE
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1770
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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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| # 583 | Bb | | # 167 | D | | # 411 | D | | # 332 | D | | # 370 | D | | # 600 | Eb | | # 72 | Eb | | # 46 | Eb | | # 278 | Eb | | # 536 | Eb | | # 519 | Eb | | # 550 | Eb | | # 282 | Eb | | # 173 | Eb | | # 69 | Eb |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
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