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Sin has ruined all my frame,
Nothing here affords me rest,
Conscience rises to condemn,
But in Jesus I am blessed;
‘Tis his free and matchless grace,
Whence I consolation find,
‘Tis his strength and righteousness,
That sustain my sinking mind.
I submissive at his feet,
Wait his will and trust his word;
Deign to make my joys complete,
Oh thou kind and gracious Lord;
Then will I with transport raise
Grateful anthems to thy throne,
Sound aloud thy highest praise,
Tell the wonders thou hast done.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1818 | # 291 |
MUSIC
Name:
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HOLLINGSIDE
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7 D
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1861
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 286 | D | | # 441 | Eb | | # 227 | Eb | | # 528 | Eb | | # 110 | Eb | | # 119 | Eb | | # 193 | Eb |
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