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Oh, how great is Thy compassion,
Faithful Father, God of grace,
That with all our fallen race
And in our deep degradation
Thou wast merciful that we
Might be saved eternally!
Thy great love for this hath striven
That we may from sin be free
And forever live with Thee;
Yea, Thy Son Himself hath given
And extends an earnest call
To His Supper unto all.
And for this our soul's salvation
Voucheth Thy good Spirit, Lord,
In Thy Sacraments and Word.
He imparts true consolation,
Granteth us the gift of faith
That we fear nor hell nor death.
Lord, Thy mercy will not leave me,
Truth doth evermore abide,
Then in Thee I will confide.
Since Thy Word cannot decive me,
My salvation is to me
Well assured eternally.
I will praise Thy great compassion,
Faithful Father, God of grace,
That with all our fallen race
And in our deep degradation
Thou wast merciful that we
Might bring endless praise to Thee.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 7 8 7 7
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1671,1923
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Bible Refs:
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2 Co 9:15;
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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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| 1996 | # 460 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ACH WAS SOLL ICH SÜNDER MACHEN
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Meter:
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8 7 7 8 7 7
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1653
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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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| # 460 | No key |
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