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Enwrapt in thickest shade of night,
Oh lord, thy ways appear;
But yet we own they all are right,
Though seemingly severe.
Now we lament our errors past,
With sighs and groans and tears
The numerous moments spent to waste,
Amidst perplexing cares.
The labours of thy servant, Lord,
By us we misimproved;
Too little have we read thy word,
Too much the world have loved.
Thy visitation now is come,
Our pastor is no more;
We meet within thy sacred dome,
And here our loss deplore.
Great God, while in our widows state,
Oh leave us not forlorn;
Help us to watch and pray and wait,
Till thou in love return.
Let not the candlestick remove
From this thine own abode,
But let our supplications prove
That we prevail with God.
Oh send a messenger of peace,
A pastor of thy choice;
Bid all our sighs and sorrows cease,
And cause us to rejoice.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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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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Name:
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HOWARD
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1825
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 25 | Ab | | # 172 | G |
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