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When heaven does grant at certain times,
Amidst a powerful gale,
Sweet liberty to moan my crimes,
And wanderings to bewail—
Then do I dream my sinful brood
Is drowned in the wide main
Of crystal tears and crimson blood,
And ne'er will live again.
I get my foes beneath my feet,
I bruise the serpent's head;
I hope the victory is complete,
And all my lusts are dead.
But ah, alas! th'ensuing hour
My passions rise and swell;
They rage and reinforce their power
With new recruits from hell.
Then straight my Lord, with sweet surprise,
Returns to loose my bands;
With “kind compassion in his eyes,
And pardon in his hands.”
Thus my whole life is nothing else
But heaven and hell by turns;
My soul that now in Goshen dwells,
Anon in Egypt mourns.
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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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Name:
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JACKSON (BYZANTIUM)
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1780
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Key
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| # 475 | C | | # 100 | D | | # 404 | D | | # 34 | D | | # 329 | D | | # 342 | D | | # 382 | D | | # 125 | D |
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