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With grief and shame I call to mind,
How base my conduct and unkind;
What thou, dear Lord, hast done for me,
And what returns I make to thee!
The follies of my youth and age,
Like gathering clouds, a storm presage;
Sick is my head and faint my heart,
Diseased, alas, in every part.
Sins long forgot come fresh to mind,
Oppressive now, no peace I find;
Like a poor captive held in chains,
My struggles but increase my pains.
Exhaustless source of every good,
Apply the Saviour’s cleansing blood;
Thy gracious visits, Lord repeat,
And still conduct me near thy seat.
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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 | # 220 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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LOUVAN
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1850
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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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| # 324 | Ab | | # 490 | Ab |
echo ' | ';
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