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Clouds big with wrath hang o’er my head
And awful thunders roll;
Terrific scenes before me spread,
And fill my guilty soul.
Jesus, the sinner’s only hope,
Thy saving power display;
Oh bear my sinking spirits up,
And take my sins away.
Helpless, forlorn and in distress,
I heave the pensive sigh;
Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding place,
While danger is so nigh.
Oh tell me thou my soul hast bought,
With blood so rich and free;
This will relieve each anxious thought.
And bind my heart to thee.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1818 | # 453 |
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ALBANO
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1868
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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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| # 125 | F | | # 614 | F | | # 626 | F | | # 183 | F | | # 315 | F | | # 315 | F |
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