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When in the deep flood
The world found a grave,
No refuges then
Were able to save,
Excepting the vessel,
For safety ordained,
By Noah constructed,
By mercy sustained.
But few to the ark,
For refuge repaired
While others were drowned,
These only were spared.
Thus few to the Saviour
Are found to apply,
The ark to his people
When anger is nigh.
Oh may I be one
Of that happy few,
Who make him their ark,
Their confidence too;
Then let the loud billows,
Tempestuous roar,
I’ll brave all their fury,
In Jesus secure.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1818 | # 331 |
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OLD 104TH
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Meter:
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10 10 11 11
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Dates:
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1621
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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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| # 573 | G | | # 45 | G | | # 329 | G | | # 167 | G |
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