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My crimes, oh God, for vengeance call,
Stern justice lifts its hand,
Ready to strike the fatal blow,
And waits but thy command.
Bending before thy throne of grace,
I make my humble moan;
But prayers, confessions, sighs and tears,
Can ne’er for sin atone.
The numerous duties I perform,
Only increase my guilt;
‘Tis blood must cleanse my crimson stains,
The blood which Jesus spilt.
To that dear fountain, Lord, I’ll flee,
To wash my nature clean;
And thither would I oft repair,
Till freed from every sin.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Zech 13:1; 1 Jn 1:7;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ARLINGTON
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1762,1784
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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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| # 482 | F | | # 372 | F | | # 39 | G | | # 255 | G | | # 405 | G | | # 142 | G | | # 261 | G | | # 440 | G | | # 656 | G | | # 155 | F | | # 207 | F |
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