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My sorrows like a flood Impatient of




My sorrows like a flood
Impatient of restraint
Into thy bosom, O my God,
Pour out a long complaint


This impious heart of mine
Could once defy the Lord,
Rush with violence on to sin
In presence of thy word


How often have I stood
A rebel to the skies
And yet, and yet, O matchless grace,
Thy thunder lies!


O, shall I never feel
The meltings of thy love?
Am I of such hell-hardened steel
That mercy cannot move?


O'ercome by matchless love,
Here at thy cross I lie,
And throw my flesh, my soul, my all,
And weep, and love, and cry.


"Rise," says the Savior, "Rise,
Behold my wounded veins;
Here flows a sacred crimson flood,
To wash away thy stains."


See, Justice satisfied!
Behold God's smiling face!
Let joyful cherubs clap their wings,
And sound aloud his grace.


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O'ercome by dying love,
Here at thy cross I lie,
And throw my flesh, my soul, my all,
And weep, and love, and die.


See, God is reconciled!
Behold his smiling face!
Let joyful cherubs clap their wings,
And sound aloud his grace.

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LYRICS
Meter: 6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs:
      MUSIC
      Name: ST. BRIDE
      Meter: 6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1762
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        6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
        11 11 11 11 r 9 9 11 11
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