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It shall be well, let sinners know,
With those that love the Lord;
His saints have always found it so,
By resting on his word.
Peace, then, ye chastened sons of God,
Why let your sorrows swell?
Wisdom directs your Father's rod—
His word says, it is well.
Though like the Shunamite of old,
Whose creature-comforts fell;
Like her, let faith be strong and bold,
And answer, it is well.
Though you may trials sharp endure,
From sin, or death, or hell;
Your heavenly Father's love is sure,
And therefore, it is well.
Soon will your sorrows all be o'er,
And you shall sweetly tell,
On Canaan's calm and pleasant shore,
That all at last is well.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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2 Ki 4:20;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1815 | # 606 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. BERNARD
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1741
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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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| # 253 | D | | # 173 | D | | # 295 | D | | # 134 | D | | # 112 | D | | # 535 | E | | # 408 | Eb | | # 949 | Eb | | # 146 | Eb | | # 173 | Eb | | # 316 | Eb | | # 183 | Eb |
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