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Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear.
How dark this world would be,
If, pierc'd by sins and sorrows here.
We could not fly to thee!
The friends, who in our sunshine live,
When winter comes, are flown;
And he who has but tears to give.
Must weep those tears alone.
Oh! who could bear life's stormy doom.
Did not thy wing of love
Come brightly wafting thro' the gloom
Our peace branch from above?
Then sorrow touch'd by thee, grows bright,
With more than rapture's ray;
As darkness shows us worlds of light,
We never saw by day.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 112:4;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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LLOYD
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.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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| # 50 | Eb | | # 79 | Eb | | # 29 | F | | # 230 | No key |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
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