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The pity of the Lord

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns for Public, Social and Domestic Worship #d822 (1853) Languages: English

The pity of the Lord

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns for Public, Social, and Domestic Worship #d823 (1848) Languages: English
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The pity of the Lord

Hymnal: Church Pastorals, hymns and tunes for public and social worship #833 (1864) Topics: The Family Languages: English
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The pity of the Lord

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A New Selection of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #932 (1839) Languages: English

The pity of the Lord

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Melodies of the Church #d950 (1832) Languages: English

The pity of the Lord

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Church Melodies, a Collection of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #d992 (1833) Languages: English

The pity of the Lord

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Sabbath Hymn Book. Baptist ed. #d1025 (1858)

The pity of the Lord

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: A Book of Worship for the Use of the Evangelical Lutheran Church ... of the Church of the Redeemer, Richmond, Virginia #d159 (1883) Languages: English
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The pity of the Lord

Hymnal: Book of Hymns and Tunes, comprising the psalms and hymns for the worship of God, approved by the general assembly of 1866, arranged with appropriate tunes... by authority of the assembly of 1873 #232a (1874) Languages: English Tune Title: BOYLSTON
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He knows

Hymnal: Light and Life #107 (1881) First Line: The pity of the Lord Lyrics: 1 The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 2 He knows we are but dust, Scattered with every breath; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death. 3 Our days are like the grass Or like the morning flower, If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour. 4 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure; And children's children ever find Thy word of promise sure. Languages: English

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