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When trouble fills our souls with grief O hide not




When trouble fills my soul with grief,
O hide not, Lord, thy face;
For I can hope for no relief,
Unaided by thy grace.


Our fathers, trusting in thy word,
Reposed their hope in thee;
In thee protection found, O Lord,
And life and liberty.


When in thy temple I appear,
To hear thy sacred word,
My vows I will perform, and there
Thy benefits record.


For thou from men of low estate
Wilt not conceal thy face,
But unto those who humbly wait
Wilt give thy promised grace.


To all the world will I declare
The greatness of thy name;
Assembled saints my voice shall hear,
As I thy praise proclaim.


---Alternative verses---


When trouble fills our souls with grief,
O hide not, Lord, thy face;
For we can hope for no relief,
Unaided by thy grace.


When in thy temple we appear,
To hear thy sacred word,
Our vows we will perform, and there
Thy benefits record.


To all the world will we declare
The greatness of thy name;
Assembled saints our voice shall hear,
As we thy praise proclaim.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs: Ps 22;
      MUSIC
      Name: RICHMOND
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1792
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