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Long as I live, all-bounteous Lord,
My song thy glories shall record;
Thy praise, my God, shall fill the strain
While life or being shall remain.
Sweet are the thoughts which fill my breast
When on thy various works they rest:
God, my Creator, lifts my voice:
In God, my Saviour, I rejoice.
Soon shall his arm his foes dismay,
And sweep the guilty race away :
And while his Church his power adore
The wicked sink to rise no more.
Then, O my soul, Jehovah bless,
His providence and grace confess:
Let all his works their tribute raise,
And triumph in Jehovah's praise.
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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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MARYTON
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1874
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 320 | D | | # 456 | D | | # 518 | E | | # 63 | E | | # 32 | E | | # 128 | Eb | | # 451 | Eb | | # 385 | Eb | | # 426 | Eb | | # 122 | Eb | | # 11 | Eb |
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