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Be still, my doubting soul, no longer fear;
The angel of the Lord encampeth near;
Trust now the living God; His promise take;
He this assurance gives for Jesus’ sake.
Sing praise, sing praise,
For the angel of the Lord
Encampeth round about us,
And guards us with his sword;
Sing praise, sing praise,
For the angel of the Lord
Encampeth round about us,
And guards us with his sword.
His angel evermore encampeth near
To those who keep His word with holy fear;
My eyes do not behold his wings of light,
But in my restful soul I feel his might;
Sing praise, sing praise,
For the angel of the Lord
Encampeth round about us,
And guards us with his sword;
Sing praise, sing praise,
For the angel of the Lord
Encampeth round about us,
And guards us with his sword.
I thank Thee, O my God, that while I live,
Thou dost in times of need deliverance give;
So, when death’s hour draws nigh, I need not fear;
The angel of Thy love will still be near.
Sing praise, sing praise,
For the angel of the Lord
Encampeth round about us,
And guards us with his sword;
Sing praise, sing praise,
For the angel of the Lord
Encampeth round about us,
And guards us with his sword.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10 and refrain
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Dates:
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1875
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 37:4;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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THE ANGEL OF THE LORD
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10 and refrain
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