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Blest Lord, behold the guilty scorn
Of those who hate and mock our praise;
Pity their state and make them turn,
No more to walk in sinful ways.
Anxious we see their wretched state,
Who never think of heav'n or hell;
They laugh and sport and court the gate.
Which opes where endless terrors dwell.
Lead them to view a sinful heart,
A soul all enmity to thee,
Destroy'd, defil'd in every part,
Too proud to bow, too blind to see.
Lead them to view a holy law.
Which justly dooms to endless death.
To feel that guilt which Jesus saw,
And pray'd 'Forgive,' with dying breath.
Open their eyes, unstop their ears.
To bear condemning justice sound;
Lord, change their hearts and then their tears
Will witness grief to all around.
Once we were blind, like them we strove,
'Till sovereign mercy changed our ways;
Lord, bow their wills, and make them love,
Then they will join our songs of praise.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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MUSIC
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Name:
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WALTHAM
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1872
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| # 152 | Eb | | # 78 | Eb | | # 446 | Eb | | # 496 | Eb |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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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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