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Alas, alas, how blind I've been,
How little of myself I've seen!
Sportive I sail'd the sensual tide.
Thoughtless of God, whom I defy'd.
Oft have I heard of heav'n and hell.
Where bliss and woe eternal dwell;
But mock'd the threats of truth divine,
And scorn'd the place where angels shine.
My heart has long refused the blood
Of Jesus, the descending God;
And guilty passion boldly broke
The holy law which heav'n had spoke.
Th' alluring world control'd my choice;
When conscience spake, I hushed its voice;
Securely laughed along the road,
Which hapless millions first had trod.
But now th' Almighty God comes near
And fills my soul with awful fear—
Perhaps I sink to endless pain.
Nor hear the voice of joy again.
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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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CANONBURY
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1839
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| # 44 | No key | | # 84 | G | | # 340 | G | | # 533 | G | | # 450 | G |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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| 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) | | 8 8 8 8 (L.M.) |
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