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Not all the duties I perform,
Or all the sufferings I endure,
Can e'er my numerous crimes atone,
Or make my sinful nature pure.
Should only one transgression, Lord,
Be marked by thine all-piercing eye,
Thy holy law aloud proclaims,
The soul that sins shall surely die.
But mercy has a ransom found,
Jesus the Lord our righteousness ;
From him my choicest comforts rise,
In him my trembling hope I place.
‘Tis from his cross that l derive
My light, my life, and all my joy;
lf I at last in Christ am found,
Millions of foes can ne’er destroy.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1818 | # 494 |
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Name:
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CELESTE
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1857
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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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| # 69 | A | | # 78 | A | | # 277 | Ab | | # 318 | Eb | | # 77 | G | | # 352 | G | | # 605.3 | No key | | # 606.3 | No key |
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