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Quite dead am I to Sinai’s law,
Nor thence my hope or comfort draw;
In precepts are exceeding broad,
Nor help nor succour they afford:
‘Tis here I see how vile I’ve been,
How deep involved in guilt and sin.
Yet as a rule the law remains,
And all its power it still retains;
But as a covenant now no more
We hear its threatenings as before;
The soul that to the cross repairs,
Escapes the curse, the blessing shares.
Then let me to my Saviour come,
And this avoid the sinners doom;
That help which Sinai cannot give,
I now from him alone derive:
The curse he bore, my life sustains,
Praise him, my soul, in grateful strains.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Rm 7:6;
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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 | # 364 |
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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c1732,1906
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Song #
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Key
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| # 372 | No key | | # 491 | No key | | # 554 | G |
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