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Jesus! That soft and tender word,
How melting is the sound!
His name a rich perfume affords,
Diffusing life around.
He knows how prone I am to sin,
How strong temptations are;
When gloomy sorrow works within,
I his compassions share.
he sees the dangers which attend
my weak and ruined frame;
When sore distressed, he’s still my friend,
For once he felt the same.
when cruel foes against me rise,
‘Tis he diverts the storm;
Nor can the mischief they devise,
Their wicked hands perform.
He pitying hears my mournful cry,
And drives despair away;
Knows well the meaning of a sigh,
When guilt forbids to pray.
‘Tis he upholds me when I faint,
And shows his smiling face;
He will not scorn the meanest saint,
Nor slight the weakest grace.
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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 | # 87 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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DUBLIN (BARTON)
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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echo ' | ';
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