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Jehovah the Lord,
our Saviour and King,
Glad praises to Thee
we ever shall sing;
We come to Thine altar,
the place of retreat,
Where we shall find peace
at Thine own mercy seat.
Thanksgivings we bring
in our songs to Thee,
For bounties of earth,
for fruit of the tree,
For glorious fountains
of water so pure,
For temples of worship
all time to endure.
Abundant the yield
of ripe fruited grain,
From forest and field,
from valley and plain;
The verdant green pastures,
so useful to man,
Are tokens of blessings
in Thy wondrous plan.
O Jesus our Lord,
Thou ruler of all,
Thou art ever true,
Whatever the call;
Be Thou our defender
in all time of stress,
And help us live daily
in true thankfulness.
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10 10 11 11
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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LYONS
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10 10 11 11
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| # 20 | A | | # 10 | Ab | | # 147 | Ab | | # 494 | Ab | | # 404 | A | | # 741 | A | | # 58 | A |
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