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O that I knew where I might find
My righteous Judge’s seat,
To pour out all my troubled mind
In prayer before his feet!
Not with the thunder of thy power
Wouldst thou against me plead;
No, thy good Spirit, in that hour,
For me would intercede.
For me, thy Son himself would pray,
Thy well-beloved Son;
Father! thou couldst not turn away
From thine anointed one.
Thine own unutterable grace,
Thy love,—thy love to me,
Constrain me thus to seek thy face,
And cast my cares on the.
Hear, them, the voice of my desire,
My griefs, my fears behold;
Search me and try me, as with fire,
And bring me forth like gold.
Lord! thou hast troubled my repose,
Thy chastisements I feel;
Thine hand hath touched my heart —it glows,
It melts,—impress thy seal.
Stamp thine own image on my soul,
Lift from the dust mine head;
Lord! thou hast wounded,—make me whole;
Hast slain,—now raise the dead.
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. BERNARD
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1741
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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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| # 253 | D | | # 173 | D | | # 295 | D | | # 134 | D | | # 112 | D | | # 535 | E | | # 408 | Eb | | # 949 | Eb | | # 146 | Eb | | # 173 | Eb | | # 316 | Eb | | # 183 | Eb |
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