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Have. I transgressed against the Lord,
And do I yet rebel !
Why has he not unsheathed his sword,
And sent me down to hell ?
Sometimes his arm is lifted high,
Yet he delays the stroke;
My daily wants his hands supply,
While daily sins provoke.
His terrors stand in thick array,
But grace averts the storm ;
At his command the thunders stay,
Nor crush a rebel worm.
Let such forbearance mixed with love,
Sink deep within my heart ;
How sinful 'twas in me to rove,
And from my God depart.
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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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Ho 14:4;
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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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| 1818 | # 466 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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HOWARD
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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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1825
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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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| # 25 | Ab | | # 172 | G |
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