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Strange that so much of heaven and hell
Should in one bosom meet!
Lord, can thy spirit ever dwell
Where satan has a seat?
Now I am all transformed to love,
And could expire in praise;
Anon, not all the joys above
One cheerful note can raise.
By faithless hopes and golden dreams,
I'm tortured or betrayed;
Still tossed between the two extremes,
Too vain or too dismayed.
Deride the dubious, awful case
By some assuring sign;
And O, may thy all-conquering grace
Demonstrate I am thine.
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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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Song #
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LEICESTER
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1870
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 758 | Eb | | # 320 | Eb | | # 323 | Eb | | # 323 | Eb |
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