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Now for a hymn of praise to God,
(Ye trophies of a Saviour's blood);
Join the sweet choir above;
All your harmonious accents bring,
'Wake every high, celestial string,
To chant redeeming love.
Ere God pronounced creation good,
Or bade the vast, unbounded flood
Through fixed channels run;
Ere light from ancient chaos sprang,
Or angels earth's formation sang,
He chose us in his Son.
Then was the cov'nant ordered sure,
Through endless ages to endure,
By Israel's triune God:
That none this cov'nant might evade;
With oaths and promises 'twas made,
And ratified in blood.
God is the refuge of my soul,
Though tempests rage, though billows roll,
And hellish powers assail:
Eternal walls are my defence,
Environed with omnipotence,
What foe can e'er prevail?
Then let infernal legions roar,
And waste their cursed, vengeful power;
My soul their wrath disdains:
In God, my refuge, I'm secure,
While cov'nant promises endure,
Or my Redeemer reigns.
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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PEMBROKE
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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| # 772 | F | | # 413 | F | | # 385 | F | | # 282 | F | | # 51 | G |
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