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I stood outside the gate,
A poor, wayfaring child;
Within my heart there beat
A tempest loud and wild;
A fear oppressed my soul
That I might be TOO LATE!
And oh, I trembled sore,
|:And prayed outside the gate.:|
“Oh Mercy!” loud I cried,
“Now give me rest from sin!”
“I will!” a voice replied;
And Mercy let me in:
She bound my bleeding wounds,
And soothed my heart opprest;
She washed away my guilt,
|:And gave me peace and rest.:|
In Mercy’s guise I knew
The Saviour long abused.
Who often sought my heart,
And wept when I refused.
Oh, what a blest return
For all my years of sin!
I stood outside the gate,
|:And Jesus let me in.:|
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 D
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 7:13-14;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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I STOOD OUTSIDE THE GATE
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6 6 6 6 D
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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