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Come, Ye That Love the Lord
And listen while I tell
How narrowly my feet escaped
The snares of death and hell.
The flatt'ring joys of sense
Assailed my foolish heart,
While Satan with malicious skill
Guided the pois'nous dart.
I fell beneath the stroke,
But fell to rise again;
My anguish sprung from op'ning life,
And pleasures sprung from pain.
Darkness, and shame, and grief
Oppressed my gloomy mind;
I looked around me for relief
But no relief could find.
At length to God I cried,
He heard my plaintive sigh;
He heard, and instantly he sent
Salvation from on high.
My drooping head he raised
My bleeding wounds he healed,
Pardoned my sins, and with a smile
The gracious pardon sealed.
O may I ne'er forget
The mercy of my God,
Nor ever lack a tongue to spread
His loudest praise abroad.
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Come, Ye That Love the Lord
And listen while I tell
How narrowly my feet escaped
The snares of death and hell.
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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ST. BRIDE
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