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How sad and awful is my state!
The very thing I do, I hate:
When I to God draw near in prayer,
I feel the conflict even there!
I mourn, because I cannot mourn,
I hate my sin yet cannot turn;
I grieve, because I cannot grieve,
I hear the truth, but can't believe.
Where shall so great a sinner run?
I see I'm ruined and undone;
Dear Lord, in pity now draw near,
And banish every rising fear.
Thy blood dear Lord, which thou hast spilt
Can make this rocky heart to melt;
Thy blood can make me clean within—
Thy blood can pardon all my sin.
'Tis on the atonement of that blood,
I now approach to thee, my God;
This is my hope, this is my claim,
Jesus has died and washed me clean.
On this rich blood my faith is found,
And on this hope I fix my ground;
Soon shall I reach th' eternal shore,
Where doubts and fears prevail no more.
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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WINCHESTER NEW
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1690,1847
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 31 | No key | | # 280 | No key | | # 485 | Bb | | # 86 | Bb | | # 291 | Bb | | # 344 | Bb | | # 84 | Bb | | # 159 | Bb | | # 307 | Bb | | # 461 | Bb | | # 274 | Bb | | # 983 | Bb | | # 57 | Bb | | # 300 | Bb | | # 327 | Bb | | # 327 | Bb | | # 715 | C | | # 50 | C | | # 99 | C |
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