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Had not the Lord (may Israel say)
been pleased to interpose;
Had he not then espoused our cause,
when men against us rose:
Their wrath had swallowed us alive,
and raged without control;
Their spite and pride's united floods
had quite o'erwhelmed our soul.
But praised be our eternal Lord,
who rescued us that day,
Nor to their savage jaws gave up
our threatened lives a prey.
Our soul is like a bird escaped
from out the fowler's net;
The snare is broke, their hopes are crossed,
and we at freedom set.
Secure in his almighty name
our confidence remains,
Who, as he made both heav'n and earth,
of both sole monarch reigns.
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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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1696
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 124;
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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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| 1821 | # 124 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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LITCHFIELD
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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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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| # 333 | Eb |
echo ' | ';
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