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Father, I sing thy wondrous grace,
I bless my Savior's name;
He bought salvation for the poor,
And bore the sinner's shame.
His deep distress has raised us high;
His duty and his zeal
Fulfilled the law which mortals broke,
And finished all thy will.
His dying groans, his living songs,
Shall better please my God
Than harp or trumpet's solemn sound,
Than goat's or bullock's blood.
This shall his humble followers see,
And set their hearts at rest
They by his death draw near to thee,
And live for ever blest.
Let heav'n and all that dwell on high
To God their voices raise,
While lands and seas assist the sky,
And join t' advance the praise.
Zion is thine, most holy God,
Thy Son shall bless her gates;
And glory purchased by his blood
For thy own Isr'el waits.
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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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1719
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 69:29-30;
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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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| | # 69 | | 1872 | # 69.3 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. DAVID
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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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1621
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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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| # 721 | Eb | | # 116 | Eb | | # 352 | Eb |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
echo ' | ';
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Hymn Writer
