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Father, when thy child is dying,
On the bed of anguish lying,
Then, my every want supplying,
To me thy love display!
Ere my soul her bonds hath broken,
Grant some bright and cheering token,
That for me the words are spoken,
“Thy sins are washed away!”
When the lips are dumb which blessed me,
And withdrawn the hand that pressed me,
Then let sweeter sounds arrest me,
To call my soul away!
Guide me to that world of spirits,
Where, through thine atoning merits,
Even thy weakest child inherits
The joys which ne’er decay.
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8 8 8 6
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ACTON
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8 8 8 6
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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