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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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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ST. BERNARD
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 253 | D | | # 173 | D | | # 295 | D | | # 134 | D | | # 112 | D | | # 535 | E | | # 408 | Eb | | # 949 | Eb | | # 146 | Eb | | # 173 | Eb | | # 316 | Eb | | # 183 | Eb |
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