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Time was I shrank from what was right,
Through fear of what was wrong;
I would not brave the sacred fight,
Because the foe was strong.
But now I cast that finer sense
And sorer shame aside ;
Such dread of sin was indolence,
Such aim of Heaven weighs pride.
So, when my Saviour calls, I rise,
And calmly do my best ;
Leaving to Him, with silent eyes
Of hope, and fear, the rest.
I step, I mount where He has led ;
Men count my haltings o'er ;
I know them ; yet, though self I dread,
I love His precept more.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Name:
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ST. BERNARD
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1741
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 253 | D | | # 173 | D | | # 295 | D | | # 134 | D | | # 112 | D | | # 535 | E | | # 408 | Eb | | # 949 | Eb | | # 146 | Eb | | # 173 | Eb | | # 316 | Eb | | # 183 | Eb |
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