Capo 1, all chords are relative to capo

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How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
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Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!
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What more can He say than to you He hath said

Who unto the Savior,Who unto the Savior,
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Who unto the Savior, for refuge have fled?


   
In every condition, -- in sickness, in health,
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In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth,
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At home and abroad, on the land, or the sea, --

As thy days may demand, As thy days may demand,
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As thy days may demand, So thy succor shall be.



Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismayed,
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For I am thy God and will still give thee aid;
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I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,

Upheld by My righteous, Upheld by My righteous,
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Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.

   
When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
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The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;
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For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless

And sanctify to thee, And sanctify to thee, 
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And sanctify to thee, thy deepest distress.


When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
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My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply.
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The flames shall not hurt thee; I only design

Thy dross to consume, Thy dross to consume, 
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Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.


E'en down to old age all My people shall prove
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My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
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And when gray hairs shall their temples adorn,

Like lambs they shall still, Like lambs they shall still, 
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Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.


The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose
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I will not, I cannot, desert to his foes;
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That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,

I'll never, no never, I'll never, no never,
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I'll never, no never, no never, forsake!