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By secret influence from above,
Me thou dost every moment prove,
And labour to convert;
Ready to save I feel thee nigh,
And still I hear thy Spirit cry,
"My son, give me thy heart."
Why do I not the call obey,
Cast my besetting sin away,
With every useless load?
Why cannot I this moment give
The heart thou waitest to receive,
And love my loving God?
My loving God, the hindrance show,
Which nature dreads, alas! to know,
And lingers to remove;
Stronger than sin, thy grace exert,
And seize, and change, and fill my heart
With all the powers of love.
Then shall I answer thy design,
No longer, Lord, my own, but thine;
Till all thy will be done,
Humbly I pass my trial here,
And ripe in holiness appear
With boldness at thy throne.
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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Bible Refs:
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Job 7:17-18;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1889 | # 775 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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PEMBROKE
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 772 | F | | # 413 | F | | # 385 | F | | # 282 | F | | # 51 | G |
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