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Low at thy feet, oh God, I fall,
Be thou my light, my strength, my all,
In times of deep distress;
On thee I cast my loads of care,
To thee I make my earnest prayer,
And all my guilt confess
Though great the score, still, Lord, I cry,
Oh be that mercy ever nigh,
Procured by blood divine;
To one so vile, thy grace display,
Take all my crimson stains away,
And tell me I am thine.
One word from thee will give relief,
One look alleviate my grief,
And sacred peace afford;
Thy promises so rich and free,
Are made to sinners such as me
Oh hear thy servant, Lord.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 55:1;
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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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PEMBROKE
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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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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| # 772 | F | | # 413 | F | | # 385 | F | | # 282 | F | | # 51 | G |
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