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O Lord my life, my Saviour God,
Hear, while I spread my woes abroad—
While day and night my mournful cries
Before thy throne incessant rise.
Let thy indulgent, pitying ear
Incline to my distressful prayer;
With pain and grief my heart o'erflows,
And o'er me soon the grave will close.
My strength is lost....my life resigned;
Among the dead my place assigned ;
Cut off from life....from hope I lie;
Scarce are the slain more lost than I.
Low in the grave my hopes are laid,
And darkness spreads its deepest shade;
Thy dreadful wrath afflicts my soul;
Like whelming waves thy terrors roll.
Far from these wretched eyes removed
Are all the friends whom once I loved;
They fly my sorrows, while I moan,
Confined, unpitied, and alone.
In vain to ease my hopeless woe,
The streaming tears incessant flow;
To thee, O Lord, I breathe my cries,
And stretch my hands, and lift my eyes.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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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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| 1815 | # 162 |
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BROOKFIELD (GIDEON)
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1855
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 302 | Ab | | # 281 | Ab | | # 522 | D | | # 590 | D | | # 142 | Eb | | # 465 | Eb | | # 302 | Eb | | # 854 | Eb | | # 110 | G | | # 142 | G | | # 346 | G | | # 1152 | G | | # 224 | G |
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