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Why should a living man complain
Of deep distress within,
Since every sigh, and every pain
Is but the fruit of sin?
Lord to thy dealings I'll submit,
Nor would I dare rebel;
Yet sure I may, here at thy feet,
My painful feelings tell.
Thou seest what floods of sorrows rise;
And beat upon my soul;
Deep calls to deep—O hear my cries,
While stormy billows roll.
From fear to hope, and hope to fear,
My ship-wrecked soul is tossed;
Till I am tempted in despair
To give up all for lost.
Yet through the stormy clouds I look
Once more to thee, my God;
O fix my feet on Christ, the rock,
Who bought me with his blood.
One look of mercy from thy face,
Will set my heart at ease;
One all-commanding word of grace
Will, make the tempest cease.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ST. FULBERT
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1849
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 108 | D | | # 205 | D | | # 8 | D | | # 189 | D | | # 48 | E | | # 1010 | E | | # 604 | E | | # 125 | E | | # 628 | Eb | | # 306 | Eb | | # 816.2 | No key |
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