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Long have I lived in grief and pain,
And suffered many things in vain,
And all physicians tried;
Nor men nor means my soul can heal,
The plague is still incurable,
The fountain is undried.
No help can I from these receive;
Nor men nor means can e'er relieve,
Or give my spirit ease;
Still worse and worse my ease I find .
Here then I cast them all behind,
From all my works I cease.
I find brought in a better hope,
Succour there is for me laid up,
For every helpless soul;
Salvation is in Jesu's name,
Could I but touch his garment's hem,
Even I should be made whole.
'Tis here, in hope my God to find,
With humble awe I come behind
And wait his grace to prove;
Before his face I dare not stand,
But faith puts forth a trembling hand,
To apprehend his love.
Surely his healing power is nigh;
I touch him now! by faith even I,
My Lord, lay hold on thee:
Thy power is present now to heal,
I feel, through all my soul I feel
That Jesus died for me.
I glory in redemption found;
Jesus, my Lord and God, look round,
The conscious sinner see;
Yes, I have touched thy clothes, and own
The miracle thy grace hath done
On such a worm as me.
With lowly reverential fear
I testify that thou art near,
To all who seek thy love;
Saviour of all I thee proclaim;
The world may know thy saving name
And all its wonders prove.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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Mk 5:24-34;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1889 | # 781 |
MUSIC
Name:
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PEMBROKE
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 772 | F | | # 413 | F | | # 385 | F | | # 282 | F | | # 51 | G |
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