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Lord, my sins like mountains rise,
To a vast tremendous height:
Reaching to the frowning skies,
Forming clouds before my sight.
Numerous as the starry spheres,
Are my aggravated deeds;
Now my guilty conscience hears
The just sentence which it dreads.
Whither can a creature go,
Guilty, wretched and unclean;
Who by daily actions show
The polluted source within.
Yet thy word, my gracious God,
Still affords a gleam of hope;
While oppressed beneath my load,
Thy kind mercy bears me up.
To the contrite who relent,
Thou wilt needful grace bestow;
May I then in truth repent,
And thy great salvation know.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 40:12;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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INNOCENTS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1850
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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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| # 91 | No key | | # 739 | D | | # 739 | D | | # 1149 | E | | # 842 | E | | # 230 | E | | # 257 | E | | # 175 | E | | # 291 | Eb | | # 403 | Eb | | # 20 | Eb | | # 343 | Eb | | # 33 | G |
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