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Behold the gloomy vale,
Which thou, my soul, must tread,
Beset with terrors fierce and pale,
That leads thee to the dead.
Ye pleasing scenes adieu,
Which I so long have known;
My friends, a long farewell to you,
For I must pass alone.
And thou, beloved clay,
Long partner of my cares,
In this rough path art torn away,
With agony and tears.
But see a ray of light,
With splendor all divine,
Breaks thro' these doleful realms of night
And makes its horrors shine.
Where death and darkness reigns,
Jehovah is my stay;
His rod my trembling feet sustains—
His staff defends my way.
Dear Shepherd, lead me on;
My soul disdains to fear;
Death's gloomy phantoms all are flown,
Now life’s great Lord is near.
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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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Ps 23:4;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1815 | # 253 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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SHIRLAND
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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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| # 253 | G | | # 341 | G | | # 761 | G |
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