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It is thy hand my God My sorrows come from thee




It is thy hand, my God;
My sorrows come from thee;
I bow beneath thy chastening rod,
’Tis love that bruises me.


I would not murmur, Lord;
Before thee I am dumb:
Lest I should breathe one murmuring word
To thee for help I come.


My God thy name is love;
A Father’s hand is thine:
With tearful eyes I look above,
And cry “ Thy will be mine!”


I know thy will is right,
Though it may seem severe;
Thy path is still unsullied light,
Though dark it oft appear.


Jesus for me hath died;
Thy Son thou didst not spare;
His piercéd hands, his bleeding side,
Thy love for me declare.


Here my poor heart can rest;
My God, it cleaves to thee;
Thy will is love, thine end is best;
All work for good to me.

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LYRICS
Meter: 6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
Writer(s):
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      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1866# 932
      MUSIC
      Name: BOYLSTON
      Meter: 6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1832
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        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        6 6 8 6 D (D.S.M.)
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