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There's not an evil flies,
And pour’s its woes abroad,
Through country, kingdom, city, town,
But what is sent of God!
Should plagues, should fevers shoot
Swift poison through my veins,
They take their orders from the skies.
With all their burning pains.
Lord, at thy feet I bow,
And own thy righteous rod,
And beg that ev’ry stroke I feel
May bring me near to God!
O may thy providence
Promote the life divine,
And brighter through the midnight shade
May all my graces shine!
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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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Amo 3:6;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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ST. BRIDE
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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1762
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 322 | Bb | | # 450 | Bb | | # 180 | Bb | | # 316 | Bb | | # 583 | Bb | | # 81 | Bb | | # 352 | Bb | | # 37 | Bb | | # 101 | Bb | | # 249 | Bb | | # 322 | C | | # 528 | No key | | # 233 | No key |
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