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Great God, ‘tis from thy sovereign grace,
That all my blessings flow:
Whate’er I am, or do possess,
I do thy mercy owe.
‘Tis this my powerful lusts controls,
And pardon all my sin;
Gives life and peace to dying souls,
And makes our nature clean.
‘Tis this upholds me whilst I live,
Supports me when I die;
And hence ten thousand saints receive
Their all, as well as I.
How full must be the spring, from whence
Such various streams proceed!
The pasture cannot but be rich,
On which so many feed.
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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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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 1:16;
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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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MUSIC
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Name:
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WILTSHIRE
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1795
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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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| # 1469 | Ab | | # 246 | Bb | | # 406 | Bb | | # 589 | Bb | | # 1566 | Bb | | # 72 | Bb | | # 73 | Bb | | # 562 | Bb | | # 57 | Bb | | # 427 | Bb | | # 454 | Bb | | # 290 | Bb | | # 633 | D |
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