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Thou art the living way,
O Christ! through which alone,
Sinners their offerings dare to lay
Before thy Father's throne.
Through thee goes up our prayer:
The wish too fondly urged,
The anguished accents of despair,
By thee from dross are purged.
Through thee goes up our praise:
The lifeless strains and dull,
Which at the best our spirits raise,
Of worldly thoughts too full,
Through thee have favour found;—
Hallowed and tuned by thee,
Through heaven those notes, once jarring, sound
In sweetest harmony.
Through thee go up our works:
In holiest thoughts and deeds,
Ever, O Lord, some evil lurks,
That thy atonement needs.
Washed in that precious stream,
For guilty man that ?owed,
Faith’s meanest works thou bidst us deem
Acceptable to God.
Our works, our praise, our prayer,
By thee to God are borne;—
Ourselves to him, blest Saviour, bear,
When breaks thine advent morn.
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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ST. BRIDE
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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| # 322 | Bb | | # 450 | Bb | | # 180 | Bb | | # 316 | Bb | | # 583 | Bb | | # 81 | Bb | | # 352 | Bb | | # 37 | Bb | | # 101 | Bb | | # 249 | Bb | | # 322 | C | | # 528 | No key | | # 233 | No key |
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