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’Tis sin disorders all my frame,
Nor can this world afford me rest;
The law does nothing but condemn,
In Christ alone can I be blest.
’Tis his grace, ’tis in his blood,
I sweet refreshment hope to find;
His blood can cleanse my crimson guilt,
His grace can bow my stubborn mind.
Prostrate beneath his feet I wait,
For a kind look, or quick’nng word;
Shine in on my distressed soul
My King, my Saviour, .and my Lord.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1760-12-13
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BROOKFIELD (GIDEON)
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1855
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| # 302 | Ab | | # 281 | Ab | | # 522 | D | | # 590 | D | | # 142 | Eb | | # 465 | Eb | | # 302 | Eb | | # 854 | Eb | | # 110 | G | | # 142 | G | | # 346 | G | | # 1152 | G | | # 224 | G |
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