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O could I find some peaceful bower,
Where sin has neither place nor power,
This traitor vile, I fain would shun,
But cannot from his presence run.
When to the throne of grace I flee,
He stands between my God and me,
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest,
I feel him working in my breast.
When I attempt to soar above,
To view the heights of Jesu's love;
This monster seems to mount the skies,
And veils his glory to mine eyes.
Lord, free me from this deadly foe,
Which keeps my faith and hope so low;
I long to dwell in heav'n, my home,
Where not one sinful thought can come.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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BRYNTEG
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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