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The moment a sinner believes
And trusts in his crucify'd God,
His pardon at once he receives —
Redemption in full thro' his blood.
Tho' thousands and thousands of foes,
Against him in malice unite,
Their rage he thro' Christ can oppose,
Led forth by the Spirit to fight.
The faith that unites to the Lamb,
And brings such salvation as this,
Is more than more fancy or name—
The work of God’s spirit it is.
'Tis faith that still leads us along.
And lives under pressure and load.
That makes us in weakness more strong,
And leads the soul upward to God.
It treads on the world and on hell.
It vanquishes death and despair;
And Oh! let us wonder to tell.
It wrestles and conquers by pray:
Permits a vile worm of the dust.
With God to commune as a friend;
To hope his forgiveness as just.
And look for his love to the end.
It says to the mountains, "Depart,"
That stand between God aad the soul;
It binds up the broken in heart,
And makes wounded consciences whole;
Bids sins of a crimson-like die
Be spotless as snow, and as white;
And raises the sinner on high,
To dwell with the angels of light.
The moment a sinner believes
And trusts in his crucify'd God,
His pardon at once he receives —
Redemption in full thro' his blood.
Tho' thousands and thousands of foes,
Against him in malice unite,
Their rage he thro' Christ can oppose,
Led forth by the Spirit to fight.
The faith that unites to the Lamb,
And brings such salvation as this,
Is more than more fancy or name—
The work of God’s spirit it is.
'Tis faith that still leads us along.
And lives under pressure and load.
That makes us in weakness more strong,
And leads the soul upward to God.
It treads on the world and on hell.
It vanquishes death and despair;
And Oh! let us wonder to tell.
It wrestles and conquers by pray:
Permits a vile worm of the dust.
With God to commune as a friend;
To hope his forgiveness as just.
And look for his love to the end.
It says to the mountains, "Depart,"
That stand between God aad the soul;
It binds up the broken in heart,
And makes wounded consciences whole;
Bids sins of a crimson-like die
Be spotless as snow, and as white;
And raises the sinner on high,
To dwell with the angels of light.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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Rm 1:17; Rm 1:17;
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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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| 1815 | # 296 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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TALLIS' CANON (EVENING HYMN)
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1560
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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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| # 384 | No key | | # 565 | No key | | # 25 | No key | | # 586 | Db | | # 54 | G | | # 694 | G | | # 561 | G | | # 301 | G | | # 943 | G | | # 23 | G |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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