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In tender mercy, not in wrath,
Rebuke us, gracious God!
Lest, if thy whole displeasure rise,
We fall beneath thy rod.
Touched by thy Spirit’s quickening power,
Our load of guilt we feel;
The wounds thy Spirit hath unclosed,
Oh! let that Spirit heal.
Oppressed with Satan’s galling yoke,
Must we for ever mourn?
And wilt Thou not at length, O God!
In pitying love return?
Oh! come with speed, ere life expire,
And shew thy power to save:
For who shall sing thy name in death,
Or praise Thee in the grave?
Why should our souls distrust thy grace,
Or yield to dread despair?
Thou wilt fulfil thy promised word,
And grant us all our prayer.
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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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1829
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 6;
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