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Oppressed with guilt. and full of fears,
I come to thee, my Lord;
While not a ray of hope appears
But in thy holy word.
The volume of my Father's grace
Does all my grief dispel;
Here I behold my Saviour's face,
And learn to do his will.
Here living water freely flows,
To cleanse me from my sin;
'Tis here the tree of knowledge grows,
Nor danger dwells therein.
O may thy counsels, mighty God,
My roving feet command;
Nor I forsake the happy road
That leads to thy right hand.
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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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WILTSHIRE
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1795
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 1469 | Ab | | # 246 | Bb | | # 406 | Bb | | # 589 | Bb | | # 1566 | Bb | | # 72 | Bb | | # 73 | Bb | | # 562 | Bb | | # 57 | Bb | | # 427 | Bb | | # 454 | Bb | | # 290 | Bb | | # 633 | D |
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