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A wretched creature I am found,
Enslaved, polluted and unclean;
Bruises and festering sores unbound,
Pronouncing me a child of sin;
From head to feet my wounds extend,
Nor human art can succour lend.
Great God, the work is wholly thine,
The dreadful plague of sin to heal;
Renew my soul with power divine,
And ease the torturing pains I feel:
Here, Lord, I humbly wait thy word,
But speak, and I shall be restored.
Impress thine image on my heart,
And kindly tell me I am thine ;
True love and filial fear impart,
And let me to thine honour shine:
Then will I sing a Father’s love,
On earth and in the realms above.
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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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Ps 41:4;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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ST. MATTHIAS
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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Dates:
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1861
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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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| # 40 | No key | | # 48 | No key | | # 700 | F | | # 556 | F | | # 396 | F | | # 692 | F | | # 140 | F | | # 28 | F | | # 348 | F | | # 191 | G |
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