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O’erwhelmed with guilt and grief and woe,
Go forth, my soul, to Calvary go;
For Satan dreading fresh disgrace,
Dares not approach that sacred place.
Behold with fixed and wondering eyes,
The great atoning Sacrifice;
Christ bore thy hell, that he might be
A heaven, and more than heaven to thee.
Go view by faith that crimson flood,
Which quenched the fiery wrath of God;
That sovereign balm whose virtue flows,
To heal thy wounds and ease thy woes.
See thy Redeemer yield to death,
Then see him re-assume his breath,
Break the strong barriers of the tomb,
As the sure pledge of life to come.
Now may’st thou rise and sweetly sing
The dear-bought triumphs of thy King,
Who sets the groaning captives free
From Satan’s hateful tyranny.
To him thy grateful anthems raise;
And in melodious notes of praise,
Spread through the earth the victories won,
The God-like deeds which he has done.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Is 49:9;
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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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| 1818 | # 63 |
MUSIC
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AFFECTION
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1838
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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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| # 56 | C | | # 315 | C | | # 430 | C |
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