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To fix the false and treacherous heart,
In vain alas, I try;
Long have I felt, and long deplored
In base inconstancy.
In solemn duties, when I join,
My thoughts disperse abroad,
Through the wide world and scarcely leave
A single thought for God.
Oppressive guilt, perplexing cares
Attend where’er I go;
I lose myself, my way I lose,
Dear Lord, what shall I do!
To thee I make my sorrows known,
My hope I place in thee;
Thou art the help of every saint,
Oh be a help to me.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 86:11; Rm 8:26;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Name:
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LONDON NEW
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1671,1968
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Key
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| # 335 | D | | # 42 | D | | # 218 | D | | # 65 | D | | # 335 | D | | # 258 | Eb | | # 224 | Eb | | # 373 | Eb |
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