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Patience! O ’tis a grace divine,
Sent from the God of pow’r and love;
That leans upon its father’s hand,
As thro’ the wilderness we move.
By patience we serenely bear
The troubles of our mortal state,
And wait contented our discharge,
Nor think our glory comes too late.
Tho’ we, in full sensation, feel
The weight, the wounds, our God ordains,
We smile amidst our heaviest woe;
And triumph in our sharpest pains.
O for this grace to aid our souls!
And arm with fortitude the breast;
Till life’s tumult’ous voyage is o’er,
We reach the shores of endless rest.
Faith. into vision shall resign,
Hope shall in full fruition die;
And patience in possession end
In the bright worlds of bliss on high.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 21:19;
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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 | # 466 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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BRYNTEG
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 180 | G |
echo ' | ';
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