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Tis sin disorders all my frame Nor can




’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
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1760-12-13
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      MUSIC
      Name: BROOKFIELD (GIDEON)
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1855
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