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’Tis sin, that worst of ills,
Disorders all my frame;
Conscience it arms with deadly stings,
And fills my face with shame.
In vain, alas, I strive,
My wretchedness to hide
With filthy rags of righteousness,
Which my own hands provide.
The holy law condemns
To everlasting pain;
Vain is the hope I draw from thence
And all the comfort vain.
Oh hear thy servant, Lord,
And thy compassion show;
Pardon my aggravated sins,
Forgive my duties too.
Abashed and self-abhorred,
I at thy footstool lie
And should thy mercy be withheld
Here I’m resolved to die.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1818 | # 433 |
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DONCASTER (BETHLEHEM)
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1837
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Song #
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Key
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| # 170 | C | | # 530 | D | | # 574 | D | | # 202 | D | | # 267 | D | | # 390 | D | | # 306 | D | | # 513 | D | | # 685 | D | | # 807 | D | | # 692 | D |
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