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Oppressed with inward grief,
To thee, oh Lord, I fly;
No creature can afford relief,
Or help me when I cry.
To thee my case I tell,
With sighs and groans and tears;
In such a frame thy grace I feel,
And glimmering hope appear.
Oh could a feeble worm,
Like wrestling Jacob prove,
I then might combat every storm,
And triumph in thy love.
But what have I to plead?
No merit can I boast:
And did not Jesus intercede,
My soul would still be lost.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 31:10; Ps 61:2;
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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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| 1818 | # 437 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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SHIRLAND
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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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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| # 253 | G | | # 341 | G | | # 761 | G |
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