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The Lord, from his celestial throne,
Looked down on things below,
To find the man that sought his grace,
Or did his justice know.
By nature all are gone astray,
Their practice all the same;
There's none that fears his Maker's hand:
There's none that loves his name.
Their tongues are used to speak deceit,
Their slanders never cease;
How swift to mischief are their feet,
Nor know the paths of peace!
Such seeds of sin—that bitter root—
In every heart are found;
Nor can they bear diviner fruit
Till grace re?ne the ground.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1866 | # 494 |
MUSIC
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MONFORT
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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