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My Saviour hanging on the tree In agonie




My Saviour hanging on the tree,
In agonies and blood,
Methought once turn'd his eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.


Sure, never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look;
It seem'd to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.


My conscience felt and own'd the guilt,
And plung'd me in despair;
1 saw my sins his blood had spilt,
And help'd to nail him there.


Alas! I knew not what I did;
But now my tears are vain;
Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
For I the Lord have slain.


A second look he gave, which said,
"I freely all forgive:
This blood is for thy ransom paid,
I die, that thou may'st live."


Thus, while his death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,
(Such is the mystery of grace,)
It seals my pardon too.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
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      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1826# 64
      MUSIC
      Name: FINGAL
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1885
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        LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
        Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
        # 539D
        # 456Eb
        # 159Eb
        # 4Eb
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