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I cannot call affliction sweet,
And yet 'twas good to bear;
Affliction brought me to thy feet,
And I found comfort there.
My weaned soul was all resigned
O thy most gracious will;
Oh had I kept that better mind,
Or been afflicted still.
Where are the vows which then I vowed;
The joys which then I knew?
Those vanished like the morning cloud,
These like the early dew.
Lord, grant me grace for every day,
Whate’er my state may be,
Through life, in death, with truth to say,
My God is all to me!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1866 | # 947 |
MUSIC
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DUNFERMLINE
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1615
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 501 | E | | # 75 | Eb | | # 258 | F | | # 6 | F | | # 37 | F | | # 139 | F | | # 347 | No key | | # 129 | F | | # 313 | F |
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| 8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.) |
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