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Great God, we view thy chastening hand,
The earth's like brass through all our land
The heaven its fruitful showers denies,
And nature round us fades and dies.
Revive our with'ring fields with rain;
Let fruitful showers descend again;
On thee alone our hopes rely,
Lord, hear our humble, earnest cry.
O let the fruits in clusters bend,
Through all our land from end to end;
And let the saints and sinners see,
Our all depends, O Lord, on thee.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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WINCHESTER NEW
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1690,1847
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 31 | No key | | # 280 | No key | | # 485 | Bb | | # 86 | Bb | | # 291 | Bb | | # 344 | Bb | | # 84 | Bb | | # 159 | Bb | | # 307 | Bb | | # 461 | Bb | | # 274 | Bb | | # 983 | Bb | | # 57 | Bb | | # 300 | Bb | | # 327 | Bb | | # 327 | Bb | | # 715 | C | | # 50 | C | | # 99 | C |
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