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Beaide the gospel pool,
Appointed for the poor,
From year to year a sinful soul
Has waited for a cure.
The voice of one unknown.
Advancing where he lay,
Bespoke him in a gentle tone,
And thus it seem'd to say:
"Poor, sinful, dying soul.
Why linger here and die?
Only consent to be made whole,
You need no longer lie.
"The Saviour passing by.
Well knows your sinking state,
And while the Saviour is so nigh,
The sinner need not wait."
That voice dispell'd the charm,
His fatal slumbers broke;
He saw his sins with fresh alarm,
And fear'd the vengeful stroke.
Unable to endure,
He call'd for aid divine—
The great Physician wrought the cure
That guilty soul was mine.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 5:2-9;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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SHIRLAND
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.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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| # 253 | G | | # 341 | G | | # 761 | G |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 6 6 8 6 (S.M.) | | 6 6 8 6 (S.M.) |
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