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At length the awful thunders roar,
From Sinai’s mount, unheard before;
I see myself a wretch undone,
The most forlorn beneath the sun.
A thousand terrors fill my breast,
By night by day and I oppressed;
Billows of wrath come rolling down,
And all my hopes and joys are gone.
To Jesus, in my sore distress,
I tell my woeful helplessness;
He bows his head, inclines his ear,
His grace forbids my slavish fear.
He kindly shows his pierced side,
And tells me, he for sinners died,
Then rose in triumph from the grace,
Mighty to suffer and to save.
No longer now I’ll seek to draw
My comforts from a fiery law;
The slaughtered Lamb and sprinkled blood,
Give me access to heaven and God.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1818 | # 359 |
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Name:
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BROOKFIELD (GIDEON)
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1855
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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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| # 302 | Ab | | # 281 | Ab | | # 522 | D | | # 590 | D | | # 142 | Eb | | # 465 | Eb | | # 302 | Eb | | # 854 | Eb | | # 110 | G | | # 142 | G | | # 346 | G | | # 1152 | G | | # 224 | G |
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