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From thy dear pierced side,
Unspotted Lamb of God,
Came forth a mingled stream,
Of water and of blood:
My sinful soul, there I would lay,
‘Till every stain is washed away.
‘Tis from this sacred spring,
A sovereign virtue flows,
To heal my painful wounds,
And cure my deadly woes:
Here then I’ll bathe, and bathe again,
Till not a wound or woe remain.
A fountain ‘tis, unscaled,
Divinely rich and free;
Open for all that come,
And open too for me:
Thither with speed will I repair,
Come sinners come, and meet me there.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1818 | # 94 |
MUSIC
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OLD 148TH
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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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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| # 161 | D | | # 108 | D |
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