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The Lord abounds with tender love,
And unexampled acts of grace;
His wakened wrath doth slowly move,
His willing mercy flies apace.
God will not always harshly chide,
But with his anger quickly part;
And still his punishments will guide
More by his love that our desert.
As high heaven its arch extends,
Above this little spot of clay,
So much his boundless love transcends
The small returns that we can pay.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 103:8-12;
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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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| 1853 | # 526 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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UFFINGHAM
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1701
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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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| # 338 | Ab | | # 570 | Ab | | # 658 | Bb |
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