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O God, that art God of my health,
from blood deliver me,
That praises of thy righteousness
My tongue may sing to thee:
My lips, which yet fast closèd be,
do thou, O Lord, unloose;
The praises of thy Majesty
my mouth shall then disclose.
I would have offered sacrifice,
if that had pleasèd thee;
But pleas-ed with burnt-offerings
I know thou wilt not be.
A spirit grieved is sacrifice
delightful in thine eyes;
A broken and a contrite heart,
Lord, thou wilt not despise.
In thy good will deal gently, Lord,
with Zion, and withal
Grant that of thy Jerusalem
Upreared may be the wall
Burnt off'rings, gifts, and sacrifice
of justice in that day,
Thou shalt accept, and calves they shall
upon thy altar lay.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1549,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 51:13-18;
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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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| 1812 | # 51 |
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