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Lord, I'm defil'd in every part,
Barren my life, and cold my heart,
Yet sometimes thro' thy sov'reign grace,
I catch a glimpse at Jesus' face.
This gives my drowsy heart a spring,
I fain would rise, and fain would sing;
But soon a cloud rolls in between,
All black with some in-dwelling sin.
My notes then falter on my tongue,
The foul contagion spoils my song;
But Thou, who dost the world control.
Speak but the word — I shall be whole.
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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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1826
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Bible Refs:
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MUSIC
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Name:
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HURSLEY
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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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1774,1855
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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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| # 577 | No key | | # 20 | No key | | # 15 | F | | # 412 | F | | # 302 | F | | # 942 | F | | # 24 | F | | # 333 | F | | # 541 | F |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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