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To-day, while it is called to-day,
My willing heart I bow;
I harden it no more, but pray
And look for mercy now:
I look - till thou my peace create,
My promised pardon seal,
And every solemn moment wait,
Thy sprinkled blood to feel.
To-day, before to-morrow come,
I yield to be renewed,
My Saviour's mean, but constant home,
A temple filled with God.
Now, Saviour, now thy servant bless,
Who always ready art,
And fully from this hour possess
My unopposing heart.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Heb 3:15;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1889 | # 783 |
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