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A slave to each lust,
And far from my God,
In sin's dreary maze,
Too long have I trod;
His precepts I’ve 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;
I’ll tell of my Saviour,
Who suffered and died,
He now is my ransom,
My friend and my guide.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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5 5 5 5 6 5 6 5
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 19:10;
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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 | # 488 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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OLD 104TH
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Meter:
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10 10 11 11
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Dates:
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1621
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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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| # 573 | G | | # 45 | G | | # 329 | G | | # 167 | G |
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