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Why do I thus complain,
And bow my drooping head?
Cheer up my soul, again—
Thy Saviour is not dead:
Jesus, thy Lord, is still the same,
Believe his word, and trust his name.
What tho' he hides his face,
Nor will one smile afford,
Thou yet may’st plead his grace,
And venture on his word:
Still all thy trust on him repose,
And own him just in all thy woes.
Why should distressing thoughts,
Why should distracting cares,
Still aggravate thy faults,
And urge thy flowing tears?
No longer fight against his rod,
But still delight and hope in God.
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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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Ps 42:11;
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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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DARWALL'S 148TH
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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1770
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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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| # 376 | No key | | # 228 | C | | # 23 | C | | # 12 | C | | # 117 | C | | # 619 | C | | # 202 | C | | # 210 | C | | # 20 | C | | # 678 | C | | # 108 | D | | # 36 | D | | # 86 | D | | # 154 | D | | # 268 | D | | # 342 | D | | # 546 | D | | # 111 | Db | | # 4 | No key | | # 235 | D | | # 21 | D |
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