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See human nature sunk in shame:
See scandals: pour'd on Jesus' name;
The Father wounded thro' the Son;
The world abus'd, the soul undone.
See the short course of vain delight,
Closing in everlasting night;
In flames that no abatement know,
Kindled by sin the source of woe.
My God, I feel the mournful scene;
My bowels yearn o'er dying men;
And fain my pity would reclaim,
And snatch the fire-brands from the flame.
But feeble my compassion proves,
And can but weep where most it loves;
Thy own all-saving arm employ,
And turn these drops of grief to joy.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 119:158;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BRYNTEG
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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