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Let heathens to their idols haste,
And worship wood or stone;
But my delightful lot is cast
Where God is truly known.
His hand provides my constant food;
He fills my daily cup:
Much am I pleased with present good,
But more rejoice in hope.
God is my portion and my joy;
His counsels are my light;
He gives me sweet advice by day,
And keeps me safe by night.
My soul would all her thoughts approve
To his all-seeing eye:
Not death nor hell my hope shall move,
While such a friend is nigh.,
Thou shalt the paths of life display,
Which to thy presence lead;
Where pleasures dwell without alloy,
And joys that never fade.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 16;
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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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| 1872 | # 16.4 |
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Name:
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YORK
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1650
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 510 | F | | # 61 | F | | # 237 | F | | # 243 | G | | # 347 | G |
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