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Not faith, nor hope, nor love,
Nor any other grace,
Though blessings coming from above,
Can be my righteousness.
Not all the pains I feel,
Can expiate my guilt;
‘Tis blood alone that can avail,
The blood which Jesus spilt.
When plunged in deep distress,
I to his cross repair;
A ray of comfort darts from thence,
Salvation’s only there.
From his deep agonies,
My highest comforts spring;
Glory to my atoning priest,
To my exalted King.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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1818
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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Name:
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CARLISLE
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1791
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 192 | No key | | # 512 | D | | # 393 | E | | # 523 | Eb | | # 3 | Eb | | # 592 | Eb | | # 513 | Eb | | # 595 | Eb | | # 368 | Eb | | # 30 | Eb | | # 706 | F |
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