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Lo, a leper all impure,
To the great Redeemer came;
Earnestly he sought a cure,
Trusting in his holy name.
Lowly at the Saviour’s feet,
See he worships and adores;
Jesus now his case to meet,
Him to health again restores.
Lord, a leper I am found,
Heal, oh heal my dread disease;
Make me whole and keep me sounds,
Speak the word and give me ease.
I’m polluted, all unclean,
Full of wounds and inward sores;
In this state I love have been,
Mercy, Lord, my souls implores.
Cleanse the leper at thy feet,
From the dust thy servant raise;
Wilt thou but my wishes meet,
Thou alone shalt have the praise.
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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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Is 1:6; Mt 8:2;
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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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MUSIC
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Name:
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PLEYEL
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7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1791
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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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| # 581 | G | | # 457 | G | | # 555 | G | | # 372 | G | | # 252 | G | | # 409 | G |
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