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Yes, I a mourner am,
And grieve indeed to see,
Jesus my Lord, my life, my all,
Extended on the tree.
His pierced hands and feet,
His deeply-wounded side—
The Father frowns, the heathen rage,
The Jews their Lord deride.
All this did he endure,
Sustained it too for me—
Oh I could never weep enough,
Should tears create a sea.
Yet ‘tis not tears, but blood
Must take away my sin;
The precious blood my Saviour shed
Alone can make me clean.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 27:39-40; Ac 4:26;
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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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MUSIC
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Name:
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CARLISLE
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1791
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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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| # 192 | No key | | # 512 | D | | # 393 | E | | # 523 | Eb | | # 3 | Eb | | # 592 | Eb | | # 513 | Eb | | # 595 | Eb | | # 368 | Eb | | # 30 | Eb | | # 706 | F |
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