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Your Word, Oh Lord, I cannot doubt,
It keeps me every hour
From sin within and foes without
That would my soul devour.
And thus, my Lord, so thankfully
In homage I bow the knee.
Your Word, Oh Lord, is my high tower
From it I view the world,
Each plant and tree or graceful flower
Or man's vain pride observed.
And thus, my Lord, so thankfully
In homage I bow the knee.
Your Word, Oh Lord, is good to me,
'Tis like a garden fair;
Its fragrances so sweet and free
Waft to me everywhere.
And thus, my Lord, so thankfully
In homage I bow the knee.
Your Word, Oh Lord, tells of a Love
That sinners don't deserve
Of One who came from heav'n above
Salvation to confer.
And thus, my Lord, so thankfully
In homage I bow the knee.
Your Word, Oh Lord, in every word
Was Holy Spirit driven.
Those men of old Your gospel heard
And found their way to heav'n.
And thus, my Lord, so thankfully
In homage I bow the knee.
Your Word, Oh Lord, in this Your day
Has still Your truths to tell;
That sinners such as we can say
That in Your House we'll dwell.
And thus, my Lord, so thankfully
In homage I bow the knee.
Your Word, Oh Lord, of Christ does tell
Of sinful men set free;
With Him in Paradise we'll dwell
Throughout eternity
And thus, my Lord, so thankfully
In homage I bow the knee.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 6 8 6 8 6
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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2012
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 119:105;
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MUSIC
Name:
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SPOHR
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 8 6
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1833
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 294 | F | | # 580 | G | | # 850 | No key |
echo ' | ';
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