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CONVERTING GRACE




A slave to each lust,
And far from my God,
In sin's dreary maze,
Too long have I trod;
His precepts Iíve slighted,
His laws disobeyed
Have heard of his judgements,
And yet undismayed.


His vials of wrath,
Might on me be poured,
His anger were just,
If I were devoured ;
My sins red as crimson,
But merit his ire,
The pains and the torments
Of hell's dreaded fire.


Adored be his grace,
Which rescues from death,
Its praise shall employ
My life and my breath;
Iíll tell of my Saviour,
Who suffered and died,
He now is my ransom,
My friend and my guide.

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LYRICS
Meter: 5 5 5 5 6 5 6 5
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1818
      Bible Refs: Lk 19:10;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1818# 488
      MUSIC
      Name: OLD 104TH
      Meter: 10 10 11 11
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1621
        SCORE PREVIEW
        score
        LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
        Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
        # 573G
        # 45G
        # 329G
        # 167G
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        10 10 11 11
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