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All ye that fear the Lord,
And love his holy name,
With kindness hear my broken speech,
While I his grace proclaim.
A sinner all forlorn,
A rebel I have been;
By nature and by practice vile,
A wretched slave to sin.
Till late I felt no fear,
No consciousness of blame;
But since the truth my heart has reached,
I’m filled with grief and shame.
The Saviour now I love,
His sacred name adore;
And since his glories I have seen,
I fain would love him more.
But words are faint and few,
His wonders to unfold;
And should I now the tale attempt,
His love could ne’er be told.
Whate’er my follies past,
How weak soe’er I am,
My trust alone I humbly place
In my Redeemer’s name.
His people are my choice,
His cause is dear to me:
Here would I leave my solemn vows,
And his for ever be.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Name:
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CARLISLE
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1791
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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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| # 192 | No key | | # 512 | D | | # 393 | E | | # 523 | Eb | | # 3 | Eb | | # 592 | Eb | | # 513 | Eb | | # 595 | Eb | | # 368 | Eb | | # 30 | Eb | | # 706 | F |
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