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How various and how new
Are thy compassions, Lord!
Each morning shall thy mercies show,
Each night thy truth record.
Thy goodness, like the sun,
Dawn'd on our early days,
Ere infant reason had begun
To form our lips to praise.
Each object we beheld
Gave pleasure to our eyes;
And nature all our senses held
In bands of sweet surprise.
But pleasures more refin'd
Awaited that blest day,
When light arose upon our mind
And chas'd our sins away.
How new thy mercies, then!
How sov'reign and how free!
Our souls, that had been dead in sin,
Were made alive to thee.
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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FRANCONIA
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 88 | No key | | # 585 | D | | # 60 | D | | # 89 | D | | # 48 | D | | # 463 | Eb | | # 684 | Eb | | # 56 | Eb | | # 242 | Eb | | # 190 | Eb | | # 461 | Eb | | # 507 | Eb | | # 690 | Eb | | # 261 | Eb | | # 640 | No key | | # 329 | No key |
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