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O peace Divine and pure,
In wildest storm secure,
That feels the summer’s glow
‘Mid wintry ice and snow;
When may I rise to this dear prize,
And fill my breast with inward rest?
My life is tempest tossed,
With wayward currents crossed,
Unhallowed cares deface
The soul’s most holy place;
How may I bind these cares, and find
All passion spent in calm content?
And though through
storm and stress
I sail the vasty seas
Of troubled thought—in vain
I toil the shore to gain:
For yet within I’d feel my sin,
And still afar would shine Thy star.
Lord, only from Thy face
Beams forth this mystic grace,
And only in Thy love,
Beneath, around, above,
May my weak soul grow great and whole,
And peace Divine be fully mine.
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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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Jn 16:33;
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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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MUSIC
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Name:
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VITA BEATA
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Key
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