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Thou great Physician of the soul,
To thee I bring my case;
My raging malady control.
And heal me by thy grace.
Help me to state my whole complaint;
But where shall I begin?
Nor words, nor thoughts can fully paint
That worst distemper — sin.
It lies not in a single part.
But thro' my soul is spread;
And all the affections of my heart
By sin are captive led.
A thousand evil thoughts intrude,.
Tumultuous in my breast;
Which indispose me for my food.
And rob me of my rest.
Thou great Physician hear my cry,
And set my Spirit free;
Let not a trembling sinner die,
Who longs to live to thee.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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MUSIC
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WINDSOR
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1533,1591
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Song #
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| # 451 | Gm | | # 237 | Gm | | # 274 | Gm | | # 43 | Gm | | # 90 | Gm | | # 267 | Gm | | # 596 | Gm | | # 275 | Gm | | # 291 | Gm |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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