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Searcher of hearts, before thy face
I all my soul display;
And, conscious of its innate arts,
Intreat thy strict survey.
If, lurking in its inmost folds,
I any sin conceal,
O let a ray of light divine
The secret guile reveal.
If, tinctured with that odious gall,
Unknowing I remain,
Let grace, like a pure silver stream,
Wash out the hateful stain.
If, in these fatal fetters bound,
A wretched slave I lie,
Smite off my chains, and wake my soul
To light and liberty.
To humble penitence and prayer
Be gentle pity given;
Speak ample pardon to my heart,
And seal its claim to heaven.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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ST. ANNE
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 160 | No key | | # 206 | No key | | # 85 | No key | | # 41 | C | | # 71 | C | | # 52 | C | | # 415 | C | | # 53 | C | | # 286 | C | | # 383 | C | | # 513 | C | | # 358 | C | | # 878 | C | | # 53 | C | | # 100 | C | | # 207 | C | | # 165 | C | | # 439 | C | | # 661 | D | | # 739 | D | | # 178 | C |
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