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Father, my spirit owns
Thy right to mine and me;
Yet pardon human groans
From human agony;
The eye’s desire, the soul’s delight,
Thy wisdom hath seen good to blight.
Alas! the brittle reed,
On human life to lean!
A solace frail indeed,
Vanished as soon as seen!
Then, who shall fill the cheerless void,
Or stay the soul ’mid hopes destroyed?
In deep submission, aid
The broken heart to be,
Nor, when the stroke is made,
To murmur or reply;
Great grace for greatest need bestow,
And strong supports for deepest woo.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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Bible Refs:
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1 Sa 2:6;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ORANGE
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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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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