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<h2>IN TIME OF TRIBULATION</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“When I was in distress, I sought the Lord.” Psalm 77:2</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_m_o_montgomery_j.jpg" alt="James Montgomery" width="96.6666666666667" height="156.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_o_montgomery_j.html" target="_blank">James Montgomery</a>, in <em>Selection of Psalms and Hymns</em>, by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_o_cotterill_t.html" target="_blank">Thomas Cotterill</a> (London: 1819).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Aurelia,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_e_wesley_ss.html" target="_blank">Samuel Sebastian Wesley</a>, 1864 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_a_aurelia.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>In time of tribulation, hear, Lord, my feeble cries;<br>
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With humble supplication to Thee my spirit flies;<br>
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My heart with grief is breaking, scarce can my voice complain;<br>
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Mine eyes with tears kept waking, still watch and weep in vain.</p>
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<p>The days of old, in vision, bring banished bliss to view;<br>
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The years of lost fruition, their joys in pangs renew;<br>
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Remembered songs of gladness, through nights lone silence brought,<br>
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Strike notes of deeper sadness, and stir desponding thought.</p>
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<p>Hath God cast off forever? Can time His truth impair?<br>
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His tender mercy never shall I presume to share?<br>
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Hath He His loving kindness shut up in endless wrath?<br>
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No; this is mine own blindness, that cannot see His path.</p>
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<p>I call to recollection the years of His right hand;<br>
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And, strong in His protection, again through faith I stand;<br>
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Thy deeds, O Lord, are wondrous; holy are all Thy ways;<br>
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The secret place of thunder shall utter forth Thy praise.</p>
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<p>Thee, with the tribes assembled, O God, the billows saw;<br>
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They saw Thee, and they trembled, turned, and stood still with awe;<br>
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The clouds shot hail and lightning; the earth reeled to and fro;<br>
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Thy fiery pillar brightened the gulf of gloom below.</p>
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<p>Thy way is in great waters, Thy footsteps are not known;<br>
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Let Adam’s sons and daughters confide in Thee alone:<br>
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Through the wild sea Thou leadest Thy chosen flock of yore;<br>
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Still on the waves Thou treadest, and Thy redeemed pass o’er.</p>
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