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Dear Lord, thy word of truth affords
A balm for every wound;
Hence all our hopes of bliss arise,
And here our peace is found.
The tree of life, beneath whose shade
The weary pilgrim sits;
And here regaling on its fruits,
With sweet refreshment meets.
The sure foundation of our faith,
And source of all our joy,
May it our warmest thoughts engage,
Our inmost souls employ.
But not on us alone bestow,
These records of thy love,
Let distant lands thy truth receive,
And all its blessings prove.
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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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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Song 2:3;
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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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YORK
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1650
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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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| # 510 | F | | # 61 | F | | # 237 | F | | # 243 | G | | # 347 | G |
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