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Admire, my soul, the wondrous grace
Revealed to an apostate race;
God deigns the sinner to forgive,
And bids the dying rebel live.
Since Christ himself an offering made,
The sinner’s debt is fully paid;
Our numerous crimes like clouds arise,
Like clouds they vanish from our eyes.
Just as the billows cover o’er
The sands that spread along the shore,
Our varied sins of crimson hue
Are buried and concealed from view.
Now we in perfect safety dwell,
Fearless of wrath, secure from hell;
Death’s stroke we feel, but not its sting,
And o’er the grave a victory sing.
Oh let the ransomed of the Lord,
In lofty songs his love record;
To him their tuneful voices raise,
Nor sing alone, but live his praise.
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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 44:22; Eph 5:2;
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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 | # 293 |
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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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