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Why should my soul indulge complaints,
And yield to dark despair?
The meanest of my Father's saints:
Are safe beneath his care.
Why should I thus desponding bow,
Or why with anguish bleed?
Tho’ darkness veils my passage now,
Yet glory shall succeed.
A thousand promises are wrote
In characters of blood:
And those emphatic lines denote
The ever faithful God.
Thro’ these sweet promises I range,
And (blessed be his name!)
Tho’ I, a fickle mortal; change,
His love is still the same.
Grace, like a fountain, ever flows,
Fresh succours to renew :
The Lord my wants and weakness knows;
My sins and sorrows too.
’Tis he directs my doubtful ways,
When dangers line the road;
Here I mine Ebenezer raise,
And trust a gracious God.
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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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1 Sa 30:6;
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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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| 1815 | # 344 |
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Name:
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YORK
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1650
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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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| # 510 | F | | # 61 | F | | # 237 | F | | # 243 | G | | # 347 | G |
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