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                Not beyond my ken (Psalm 131)


                           Music: Panmure Courante/After the Paunges of a Desperate Lover (traditional)
           Introduction: I, instrumentally
          I    slowly F     C           Dm               Bb            F       C
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                                                             
          II          F  Dm          Gm        C         F            C        F
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                                                        
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          III    Dm       C        Dm         A        A       Dm        C          F
                                                         
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          IV      F      Gm       Dm        Am       F         C        Dm    A    Dm
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                                                         
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                  1.  O Lord, arrogance I abhor,
                     And never let my lip betray pride and sclore.*


                  2.  In quietness my soul I’ve put to rest.
                     I do not aspire to things beyond my ken.


                  3.  Tranquil my soul that I set within your peace, Lord.
                     Deep in your peace like a child upon the breast.


                  4.  Touching not clinging, my freedom you awaken.
                     God, your covenant love will invite me to adore.

                  (Repeat verses 1 and 2; then 3, 4, and 1 instrumentally. End with verse 2.)


                  da Noust

                  *sclore: Scots for gossip (or substitute scorn)
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