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Saw ye not the cloud arise,
Little as a human hand!
Now it spreads along the skies,
Hangs o'er all the thirsty land!
Lo, the promise of a show'r
Drops already from above;
But the Lord will shortly pour
All the blessings of his love.
When he first the work begun.
Small and feeble was his day;
Now the word doth swiftly run,
Now it wins its wid'ning way.
Sons of God, your Saviour praise;
He the door hath open'd wide;
He hath giv'n the word of grace;
Jesus' word is glorify'd.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Bible Refs:
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1 Ki 18:44;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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PLEYEL
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1791
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 581 | G | | # 457 | G | | # 555 | G | | # 372 | G | | # 252 | G | | # 409 | G |
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