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Weary with sin, I lift mine eyes
To him who toiled and died for me;
My struggling spirit longs to rise
And reign, my Saviour! one with thee.
For thee I count all things but loss,
So let me gain thy promised throne;
For me why didst thou bear thy cross,
If not to make me share thy crown?
Give, give to me the good I crave;
Cleanse me in thine atoning blood:
Why didst thou love me in thy grave,
If not to enthrone me near my God?
Oh, let my hope so dear, so bright,
Illumine my dark hour of death!
What if thy glories blind my sight?
Let them allure and cheer my faith.
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8 8 8 8 (L.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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ZEPHYR
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1844
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 244 | C | | # 602 | C | | # 141 | C | | # 185 | C |
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