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O blessed, blessed sounds of grace,
Still echoing in my ear!
Glad is the hour, and loved the place-
But whence my sudden fear?
What if a sternly righteous doom
Have sealed this call my last?
Before me sickness-death-a tomb;
Behind, th' unpardoned past.
My Sabbath suns may all have set,
My Sabbath scenes be o'er;
The place, at least, where we are met,
May know my steps no more.
The prophet of the cross may ne'er
Again preach peace to me:
The voice of interceding prayer
A farewell voice may be.
But, Saviour, canst thou say, "Farewell?"
Or, Holy Spirit, thou?
Or must I leave thy house for hell?
save me, save me now!
While yet the life-proclaiming word
Doth through my conscience thrill,
Breathe life; and lo! divinely stirred,
I can repent, I will.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 683 | Eb | | # 775 | Eb | | # 149 | Eb | | # 229 | Eb | | # 233 | Eb | | # 303 | Eb | | # 329 | Eb |
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