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My sins, alas, like mountains rise,
And spread as sands upon the shore;
Nor can the utmost stretch of thought,
Their size our number e’er explore.
But God is ready to forgive,
His promises forbid my fears;
Thus midnight darkness is dispelled,
When the bright morning sun appears.
Jesus his precious blood has shed,
Nor shall that stream e’er flow in vain
This calms the tumult of the mind,
Pardon and peace I hence obtain.
Dear Lord, I bend before thy throne,
And offer there my grateful praise;
But thy compassions far exceed,
My highest notes, my sweetest lays.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 11 | A | | # 27 | D | | # 55 | F | | # 1237 | F | | # 360 | F | | # 629 | F | | # 488 | F | | # 381 | F | | # 340 | F | | # 462 | F | | # 8 | F | | # 384 | G | | # 388 | G | | # 478 | G | | # 332.1 | No key |
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