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IMPLORING MERCY




Lord, at thy feet in dust I lie,
And knock at mercy’s door;
With humble heart and weeping eye,
Thy favor I implore.


On me, O Lord, do thou display
Thy rich, forgiving love;
O take my heinous guilt away,
This heavy load remove.


Without thy grace, I sink opprest
owns to the gates of hell;
O give my troubled spirit rest,
And all my fears dispel.


’Tis mercy, mercy, I implore,
0 may thy bowels move:
Thy grace is an exhaustless store,
And thou thyself art love.


Should I at last in heaven appear,
To join thy saints above;
I‘ll shout that mercy brought me there,
And sing thy bleeding love.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
Writer(s):
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      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1815# 420
      MUSIC
      Name: ST. BERNARD
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1741
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