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'Twas in an hour when wrath prevailed
And powers of darkness rose,
A sudden groan my ear assailed
Expressing dying woes.
I turned, then wondered as I stood;
At what mine eyes surveyed!
A Prince expiring in his blood,
And on a cross displayed!
I knew him, though his thorny crown,
Dimmed his majestic air;
Then I demanded, with a frown,
"What traitor fixed him there?"
No answer to my voice I heard,
Nor could discern a foe;
When lo! his fainting head he reared,
And spoke in words of woe—
“Cease, wretch, from vain inquiry rest;
My cruel murderer see;
Thy sins have rent my bleeding breast,
And nailed me to the tree.”
Trembling I fell, and kissed his wounds,
And wiped the gore away;
I saw him smooth his killing frowns,
And heard him gently say;
“Rise, let thy heart its grief compose,
Thy Saviour will forgive;
He feels the burden of thy woes,
And dies to bid thee live.”
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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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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Year
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| 1815 | # 40 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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FINGAL
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1885
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Key
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| # 539 | D | | # 456 | Eb | | # 159 | Eb | | # 4 | Eb |
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