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TRUE CONVERT




When with my mind devoutly pressed
Dear Saviour, my revolving breast
Would past offences trace;
Trembling I make the black review,
Yet pleas'd behold, admiring too,
The pow'r of changing grace.


This tongue with blasphemies defil'd,
These feet to erring paths beguil'd.
In heav'niy league agree;
Who would believe such lips could praise
Or think from dark and winding ways,
I e'er should turn to thee?


These eyes that once abused the light,
Now lift to thee their wat'ry sight,
And weep a silent flood;
These hands are rais'd in ceaseless pray'r.
Oh, wash away the stains they wear,
In pure redeeming blood,


These ears that once could entertain
The midnight oath, the festive strain,
Around the sinful board;
Now deaf to all th' enchanting noise,
Avoid the throng, detest their joys.
And long to hear thy word.


Thus art thou serv'd in ev'ry part;
Go on, bless'd Lord, to cleanse my heart.
That drossy thing refine;
That grace may nature's pow'rs control,.
And a new creature, body, soul,
Be all and wholly thine.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 6 8 8 6
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates:
      Bible Refs: 2 Co 5:17;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1815# 230
      MUSIC
      Name: MERIBAH
      Meter: 8 8 6 8 8 6
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1839
        SCORE PREVIEW
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        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        8 8 6 8 8 6
        8 8 6 8 8 6
        8 8 6 8 8 6
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