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When our shattered bark is rocking
On a wild and restless wave,
When our heart and strength are failing,
And the storm we cannot brave;
Oh, the loving words we hear,
Like a whisper soft and low.
From the song-land, happy song-land,
Blessed home to which we go!
When the shades are growing darker,
As they deepen into night,
And our weary eyes are longing
For the morrow's golden light;
Oh, the loving words we hear,
Like a whisper soft and low.
From the song-land, happy song-land,
Blessed home to which we go!
Oh, the tender voice of Jesus,
How it lulls our fears to sleep!
While it tells us that in glory
We shall wake no more to weep:
Oh, the loving words we hear,
Like a whisper soft and low.
From the song-land, happy song-land,
Blessed home to which we go!
Through the tempest and the sunshine,
Through the darkness and the day,
To our haven o'er the billows,
'Tis the Saviour guides our way:
Oh, the loving words we hear,
Like a whisper soft and low.
From the song-land, happy song-land,
Blessed home to which we go!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 r 7 7 8 7
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Dates:
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1893
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Bible Refs:
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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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| 1893 | # 116 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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THE SONG LAND
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 r 7 7 8 7
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Dates:
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1893
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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