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Come trembling souls draw near to God,
The prayer of faith renew;
His throne is sprinkled o’er with blood,
Which once was shed for you.
Pleased, he beholds beneath his feet,
The objects of his grace;
No dreadful thunders guard his seat,
No frowns becloud his face.
Here you may all your wants disclose,
And make your sorrows known;
Here drop your cares, forget your woes,
And lay your burdens down.
The penitential sigh or tear,
Is noticed by the Lord;
To Jacob’s race he ’ll led an ear,
And needful grace afford,.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1818 | # 406 |
MUSIC
Name:
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FINGAL
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1885
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 539 | D | | # 456 | Eb | | # 159 | Eb | | # 4 | Eb |
echo ' | ';
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