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Hymns and Tunes 1886 58

God of my life, whose gracious power

Music: Lowell MasonTune: UxbridgeL.M.

1God of my life, whose gracious power Through varied scenes my soul hath led,
Or turned aside the fatal hour, Or lifted up my sinking head.

2In all my ways thy hand I own,
Thy ruling providence I see;
Assist me still my course to run,
And all direct my paths to thee.

3How do thy mercies close me round!
Forever be thy name adored;
I blush to think how little sound
The servant of a gracious Lord.

4I have no skill the snare to shun,
But thou, O God, my steps dost art;
I ever into danger run,
But thou dost greater than my heart.

5I rest beneath thy kindly shade;
My griefs expire, my troubles cease;
Thou, Lord, hast made my soul to be stayed,
Wilt keep me still in perfect peace.

Also sung to
Contemplation (Christ in Song #306)
Meter
L.M.

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The verse

Meter
8.8.8.8 · as printed
Foot
iambic (da-DUM) · 71% of beats fit
Rhyme
ABAB

Could also be sung to Old Hundredth, Duke Street, Germany, Deus Tuorum Militum, Federal Street · same meter and stresses; not printed with these words, so try it first.

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/ stressed · ˘ unstressed · ? not in the dictionary · * a word sung short, as “heav’n”

Verse 1

God of my life, whose gracious power/˘˘/˘/˘/8A*
Through varied scenes my soul hath led,//˘/˘///8B
Or turned aside the fatal hour,˘/˘/˘/˘/8A
Or lifted up my sinking head.˘/˘˘˘/˘/8B

Verse 2

In all my ways thy hand I own,˘/˘///˘/8A
Thy ruling providence I see;//˘/˘˘˘/8B
Assist me still my course to run,˘/˘/˘/˘/8C
And all direct my paths to thee.˘/˘/˘/˘/8B

Verse 3

How do thy mercies close me round!/˘////˘/8A
Forever be thy name adored;˘/˘˘//˘/8B
I blush to think how little sound˘/˘///˘/8A
The servant of a gracious Lord.˘/˘˘˘/˘/8B

Verse 4

I have no skill the snare to shun,˘˘˘/˘/˘/8A
But thou, O God, my steps dost art;˘/˘/˘///8B
I ever into danger run,˘/˘/˘/˘/8A
But thou dost greater than my heart.˘///˘˘˘/8B

Verse 5

I rest beneath thy kindly shade;˘/˘///˘/8A
My griefs expire, my troubles cease;˘/˘/˘/˘/8B
Thou, Lord, hast made my soul to be stayed,////˘/˘˘/9A
Wilt keep me still in perfect peace.//˘/˘˘//8B

Counted by machine from the CMU Pronouncing Dictionary. It cannot hear emphasis or a poet’s licence, so treat it as a place to start reading, not the last word.