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To - day men heap re - proach and shame, In man - y ways on
Men make the taunt that God is slow; The fear of God they
To - day the meek ones mourn and sigh Be - cause the e- vils
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God’s fair name. Some show God weak; some paint him cruel. “There
do not know. Some wor - ship i-dols made of stone; Some
mul-ti- ply. With hon - est hearts they seek to find The
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is no God!” so shouts the fool. Who’ll go the name of God to
would put Cae - sar on God’s throne. Who’ll tell the wick - ed what’s in
truth that gives real peace of mind. Who’ll go with com-fort to the
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clear? Who’ll sing his praise for all to hear? “Lord,
store? Who’ll warn of God’s great fi - nal war? “Lord,
meek? Who’ll help them righ- teous -ness to seek? “Lord,
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here I am! Send me, send me. I’ll sing your prais - es
here I am! Send me, send me. I’ll sound the warn - ing
here I am! Send me, send me. I’ll teach such meek ones
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faith - ful - ly.
fear - less - ly. No great - er hon - or
pa - ctient - ly.
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could there be, Lord. Here I am! Send me, send me.”
