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The master of the vineyard sees
A barren stock amidst his trees,
Which he for years had fruitless found,
A worthless cumberer of the ground.
He to his steward gives command
To cut it down, and clear the land;
The dresser asks in earnest prayer,
Oh spare it, Lord, another year.
I’ll prune it well, manure it round,
And then should there no fruit be found,
At thy command I’ll strike the blow,
And lay the sapless branches low.
Thus, Lord, I’ve been a fruitless tree,
And oh have patience too with me;
May I from thee new life derive,
And in thy vineyard bloom and thrive.
Spare, spare me, Lord, another year,
And make my fruitfulness appear;
let thine almighty arm defend,
Thy grace in copious showers descend.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 13:6-9;
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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 | # 347 |
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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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