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Lord, how secure my conscience was,
And felt no inward dread!
I was alive without the law,
And thought my sins were dead.
My hopes of heaven were firm and bright,
But since the precept came
With a convincing power and light,
I find how vile I am.
[My guilt appeared but small before,
Till I with terror saw
How perfect, holy, just, and pure,
Is thine eternal law.
Then felt my soul the heavy load,
My sins revived again
I had provoked a dreadful God,
And all my hopes were slain.]
I'm like a helpless captive, sold
Under the power of sin
I cannot do the good I would,
Nor keep my conscience clean.
My God, I cry with every breath
For some kind power to save,
Oh break the yoke of sin and death,
And thus redeem the slave.
---Alternative verses---
My guilt appeared but small before,
Till terribly I saw
How perfect, holy, just, and pure,
Was thine eternal law.
My God, I cry with every breath
For some kind power to save,
To break the yoke of sin and death,
And thus redeem the slave.
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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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| | # 115 | | | # 57 | | 1866 | # 500 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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MARLOW
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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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1718
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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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| # 511 | G | | # 669 | G | | # 320 | F | | # 326 | F |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) |
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