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Deepen the wound thy hands have made
In this weak, helpless soul,
Till mercy, with its balmy aid,
Descends to make me whole.
The sharpness of thy two-edged sword
Enable me to endure;
Till bold to say, My hallowing Lord
Hath wrought a perfect cure.
I see the exceeding broad command,
Which all contains in one:
Enlarge my heart to understand
The mystery unknown.
O that with all thy saints I might
By sweet experience prove,
What is the length, and breadth, and height,
And depth, of perfect love!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1889 | # 370 | | 1954 | # 556 | | 1954 | # 34 |
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1734
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 102 | No key | | # 345 | D | | # 25 | D | | # 139 | Eb | | # 213 | Eb | | # 556 | Eb | | # 693 | Eb |
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
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