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From depths of woe to God I cry,
And God my cry will hear:
The friend of sinners reigns on high,
And suppliants need not fear.
I cast me on thy plighted word,
I knock at mercy’s gate:
Oh hear my supplication, Lord!
Receive me ‘ere too late.
As seamen on the stormy main,
As pilgrims on their road,
Look out by night for morn again,
So looks my soul for God.
Sweet are the dawnings of thy grace,
More sweet than perfect day;
Rise, Sun of righteousness, and chase,
Each lingering cloud away!
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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 130;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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HAGUE
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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