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Jesus, thy blessings are not few,
Nor is thy gospel weak;
Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,
And bow th' aspiring Greek.
Wide as the reach of Satan's rage
Doth thy salvation flow;
'Tis not confined to sex or age,
The lofty or the low.
While grace is offered to the prince,
The poor may take their share;
No mortal has a just pretence
To perish in despair
Be wise, ye men of strength and wit,
Nor boast your native powers;
But to his sovereign grace submit,
And glory shall be yours.
Come, all ye vilest sinners, come,
He'll form your souls anew;
His gospel and his heart have room
For rebels such as you.
His doctrine is almighty love;
There's virtue in his name
To turn the raven to a dove,
The lion to a lamb.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1899 | # 307 | | | # 34 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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JACKSON (BYZANTIUM)
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1780
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 475 | C | | # 100 | D | | # 404 | D | | # 34 | D | | # 329 | D | | # 342 | D | | # 382 | D | | # 125 | D |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
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