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Alas, my God, my sins are great,
My conscience doth upbraid me;
And now I find that in my strait
No man hath power to aid me.
And fled I hence in my despair
In some lone spot to hide me,
My griefs would still be with me there
And peace still be denied me.
Lord, Thee I seek, I merit naught;
Yet pity and restore me.
Just God, be not Thy wrath my lot;
Thy Son hath suffered for me.
If pain and woe must follow sin,
Then be my path still rougher.
Here spare me not; if heaven I win,
On earth I gladly suffer.
But curb my heart, forgive my guilt,
Make Thou my patience firmer;
For they must miss the good Thou wilt
Who at Thy chastenings murmur.
Then deal with me as seems Thee best
Thy grace will help me bear it
If but at last I see Thy rest
And with my Savior share it.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7
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Dates:
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1613,1863
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 38:4;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ACH GOTT UND HERR
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 Iambic
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1625,1655
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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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| # 581 | No key | | # 204 | Bb | | # 328 | Bb |
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