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O Jesu Christ, if aught there be
That, more than all beside,
In ever painful memory
Must in my heart abide,
It is that deep ingratitude
Which I to Thee have shown,
Who didst for me in tears and blood
Upon the cross atone.
Alas, how with my actions all
Has this defect entwined;
How has it poisoned with its gall
My spirit, heart and mind!
Alas, through this, how many a gem
I’ve rudely cast away,
That might have formed my diadem
In everlasting day!
Yet though the time be past and gone,
Though little more remains:
Though naught is all that can be done,
E’en with my utmost pains;
Still will I strive, O Savior mine,
To do what in me lies;
For never did Thy glance divine
A contrite heart despise.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1858
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Bible Refs:
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Mk 14:72;
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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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| 1922 | # 253 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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BURFORD
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1718
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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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| # 211 | Bb | | # 325 | Bb | | # 193 | Bb | | # 253 | Bb |
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