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The sinner^s flatt'ring dreams are fled.
Destruction hovers o'er his head;
And conscience throws her darts around,
And poison rankles in each wound.
Despair and death his heart assail.
And all his hopes of comfort fail;
Till, deeply humbled in the dust,
He owns his punishment is just.
Then Penitence beside him stands,
With brow severe, but healing hands;
The wounds she probes, the balm applies.
To heav'n directs the mourner's sighs.
To heav'n his streaming eyes he rears,
And Mercy's radiant form appears;
She whispers peace and hope within.
His sorrows cease — his joys begin.
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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 117:17-20;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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FESTUS (BONN)
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Meter:
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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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Song #
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Key
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| # 331 | D | | # 364 | D | | # 363 | D | | # 229 | D | | # 59 | D |
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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