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Indulgent God, how kind
Are all thy ways to me,
Whose dark benighted mind
Was enmity with thee;
Yet now, subdued by sovereign grace,
My spirit longs for thy embrace!
How precious are thy thoughts,
Which o'er my bosom roll!
They swell beyond my faults.
And captivate my soul;
How great their sum, how high they rise,
Can ne'er be known beneath the skies.
Preserved in Jesus when
My feet made haste to hell;
And there should I have gone.
But thou dost all things well;
Thy love was great, thy mercy free,
Which from the pit delivered me.
Before thy hands had made
The sun to rule the day
Or earth's foundation laid,
Or fashioned Adam's clay,
What thoughts of peace and mercy flowed
In thy dear bosom, O my God!
O! fathomless abyss,
Where hidden mysteries lie;
The seraph finds his bliss,
Within the same to pry;
Lord, what is man, thy desperate foe,
That thou should'st bless and love him so?
A monument of grace,
A sinner saved by blood;
The streams of love I trace
Up to the fountain, God;
And in his wondrous mercy see,
Eternal thoughts of love to me.
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 139:17;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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MUSIC
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Name:
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DARWALL'S 148TH
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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1770
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| # 376 | No key | | # 228 | C | | # 23 | C | | # 12 | C | | # 117 | C | | # 619 | C | | # 202 | C | | # 210 | C | | # 20 | C | | # 678 | C | | # 108 | D | | # 36 | D | | # 86 | D | | # 154 | D | | # 268 | D | | # 342 | D | | # 546 | D | | # 111 | Db | | # 4 | No key | | # 235 | D | | # 21 | D |
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