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Altho' the vine its fruit deny,
Altho' the olive yield no oil;
The with�ring fig-tree droop and die,
The fields delude the tiller's toil;
Altho' the stall no herd afford,
And perish all the bleating race;
Yet will I triumph in the Lord,
The God of my salvation praise.
Tho' comfortless my soul remain,
And not a gleam of light appear;
Tho' joy be sought, and sought in vain,
And tho' despair itself be near.
Altho' assurance all be lost,
And blooming hopes out off I see;
Yet will I in my Saviour trust,
And glory that he dy'd for me.
In hope, believing against hope,
My int'rest still in God I claim;
His gracious word shall lift me up�
Salvation is in Jesu�s name.
Soon shall he bring deliv'rance nigh,
And my neglected soul shall find,
And he shall lift my comforts high,
His arms so strong, his heart so kind!
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1815 | # 289 |
MUSIC
Name:
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FULDA (WALTON)(GERMANY)
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1815
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 105 | No key | | # 193 | Ab | | # 1583 | Bb | | # 403 | Bb | | # 464 | Bb | | # 680 | Bb | | # 181 | Bb | | # 316 | Bb | | # 431 | Bb | | # 460 | Bb | | # 465 | Bb | | # 323 | Bb | | # 790 | Bb | | # 120 | Bb | | # 74 | Eb | | # 42 | No key | | # 215 | Bb |
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