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In vain we thus recall to mind
The cross our Master bore,
Unless a holier strength we find,
And love his spirit more.
May we, like him, though thanked with ill,
Insulted, and withstood,
In hope and patience labour still
To do our brethren good.
Like him may we, unmurmuring, go
Our heaven-appointed way,
And learn, ’midst gathering storms of woe,
"God’s will be gone!" to say.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Name:
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FINGAL
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1885
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 539 | D | | # 456 | Eb | | # 159 | Eb | | # 4 | Eb |
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