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Lord, how mysterious are thy ways!
How blind are we, how weak our praise!
Thy steps no mortal eyes explore:
"Tis ours to wonder and adore.
Greet God, I would not ask to see
What future lot belongs to me:
If light and bliss my days attend,
I'll praise thy mercy to the end.
If darkness and distress I share,
Still let me trust thy guardian care;
Enough for me if love divine
At length through every cloud shall shine.
One thing my soul desires to know,
And 'tis my choicest wish below-
"That Christ is mine:" grant this request,
My gracious God, and I am blest.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ROCKINGHAM (Miller)
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1790
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 233 | No key | | # 596 | D | | # 265 | Eb | | # 281 | Eb | | # 151 | Eb | | # 115 | Eb | | # 180 | Eb | | # 182 | Eb | | # 217 | Eb | | # 322 | Eb | | # 459 | Eb | | # 108 | Eb | | # 317 | Eb | | # 317 | Eb | | # 69 | F |
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