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O Lord, how does Thy mercy throw
Its guardian shadow o'er us,
Preserving while we're here below,
Safe to the rest before us.
As weaker than a bruised reed,
We cannot do without Thee;
We want Thee here
each hour of need,
Shall want Thee too in glory.
And though our efforts
now to praise
Are often cold and lowly,
A nobler, sweeter song we'll raise
With all Thy saints in glory.
We'll lay our trophies at Thy feet,
We'll worship and adore Thee,
Whose precious blood
has made us meet
To dwell with Thee in glory.
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8 7 8 7 Iambic
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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DOMINUS REGIT ME
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8 7 8 7 Iambic
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 221 | G | | # 396 | G | | # 533 | G | | # 280 | G | | # 72 | G | | # 468 | G | | # 69 | G | | # 76 | G | | # 451 | G | | # 197 | G |
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