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O Thou, who hearest the prayer of faith,
Wilt thou not save a soul from death,
That casts itself on thee?
I have no refuge of my own,
But fly to what my Lord hath done,
And suffered once for me.
Slain in the guilty sinner's stead,
His spotless righteousness I plead,
And his availing blood;
Thy merit, Lord, my robe shall be;
Thy merit shall atone for me,
And bring me near to God.
Then save me from eternal death,
The Spirit of adoption breathe,
His consolations send:
By him some word of life impart, .
And sweetly whisper to my heart,
“Thy Maker is thy Friend.”
The king of terrors then would be
A welcome messenger to me,
To bid me come away:
Unclogged by earth, or earthly things,
I'd mount, I’d fly with eager wings
To everlasting day!
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MERIBAH
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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1839
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 552 | Eb | | # 227 | Eb | | # 308 | Eb | | # 592 | Eb | | # 349 | Eb |
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