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Outward rites can ne’er avail,
To make the leper clean;
Vain are all attempts to heal
The dreadful plague of sin:
Like a captive held in chains,
I remain a helpless slave,
Groan beneath my heavy pains,
And look for one to save.
Now I find a war within,
Depriving me of rest;
‘Tis the powerful law of sin,
That’s seated in my breast;
Swarms of vain and trifling thoughts
Still obtrude upon my mind,
Day by day I numerous spots
In all my actions find.
Jesus, thou canst ease my grief,
Regard my fervent prayer;
Grant, oh grant me quick relief,
And save me from despair:
Bid me look to Calvary,
Thence may I my comforts draw;
Never more would I rely
For safety on the law.
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 7 7 7 6
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Rm 7:23;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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AMSTERDAM
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7 6 7 6 7 7 7 6
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Dates:
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1742
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 114 | No key | | # 278 | F | | # 122 | G | | # 101 | G | | # 501 | G | | # 17 | G | | # 91 | G | | # 204 | F | | # 455 | A | | # 361 | F |
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