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Though hard the winds are blowing,
And loud the billows roar,
Full swiftly are we going
To our dear native shore.
The billows breaking o’er us,
The storms that round us swell,
Are aiding to restore us
To all we loved so well.
So sorrow often presses
Life’s mariner along;
Afflictions and distresses
Are gales and billows strong.
The sharper and severer,
The storm of life we meet,
The sooner and the nearer
Is heaven’s eternal seat.
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7 6 7 6
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ST. ALPHEGE
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7 6 7 6
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1852
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 69 | No key | | # 104 | F | | # 472 | F | | # 583 | F | | # 225 | F | | # 439 | G | | # 625 | G | | # 284 | G | | # 652 | G | | # 775 | G | | # 350 | G | | # 429 | G |
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