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Come, let our souls adore the Lord
Whose judgments yet delay;
Who yet suspends the lifted sword,
And gives us time to pray.
Great is our guilt, our fears are great,
But let us not despair;
Still open is the mercy seat
To penitence and prayer.
Kind Intercessor, to Thy love
This blessèd hope we owe;
O let Thy mercies plead above,
While we implore below!
Though justice near Thy awful throne
Attends Thy dread command,
Lord, hear Thy servants, hear Thy Son,
And save a guilty land.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1757-02-11
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 9:7;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BEDFORD
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1729
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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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| # 10 | No key | | # 155 | E | | # 279 | E | | # 306 | Eb | | # 627 | Eb | | # 87 | Eb | | # 25 | Eb | | # 281 | D |
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