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Though I have grieved thy Spirit Lord
Thy help and comfort still afford,
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.
A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring:
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just:
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
Then will I teach the world thy Ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;
I '1l lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pardoning God.
O may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 51;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1872 | # 51.3 |
MUSIC
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MARYTON
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1874
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| # 320 | D | | # 456 | D | | # 518 | E | | # 63 | E | | # 32 | E | | # 128 | Eb | | # 451 | Eb | | # 385 | Eb | | # 426 | Eb | | # 122 | Eb | | # 11 | Eb |
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