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Blest is the penitent, who feels
His sins are all forgiven;
Thrice bless the soul whom Jesus heals
And fills with hopes of heaven.
Oh, seek him all ye sinners round,
Fall low before his face;
Oh, seek him while he may be found,
And share like us his grace.
‘Tis ours to pray ‘tis his to bless;
The Lord is ever nigh,
To guide us through the wilderness,
And land us safe on high.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 32;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 55 |
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