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Not only when ascends the song,
And soundeth sweet the word,—
Not only ’mid the Sabbath throng,
Our souls would seek the Lord;
For, while we every yoke would break,
And every captive free,
And every sluggish soul awake,—
Lord, we are seeking thee!
Oh, mean may seem the work we do,
And vile the name we earn;
But thou, O Lord, dost search us through,
Our loyal hearts discern.
We lose, we lack, that men may gain,
We suffer, and we smile:
But why this joy amid the pain?
We seek our Lord the while!
Oh, everywhere, oh, every day,
Thy grace is still outpoured;
We work, we wait, we smile, we pray—
Behold, we seek thee, Lord!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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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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| 1866 | # 1097 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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MARLOW
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1718
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 511 | G | | # 669 | G | | # 320 | F | | # 326 | F |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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| 8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.) |
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