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Thy knowledge, Lord, is infinite,
All things are open to thy sight,
Bring thou my secret sins to view,
That I may know and hate them too.
Let me with sorrow call to mind,
How soon I from thy ways declined;
The crooked paths I trod, explore,
Repent, return, and stray no more.
To Christy’s atoning sacrifice
And cleansing blood, direct my eyes;
And still the more of sin I see,
More precious may the Saviour be.
O’erwhelmed with guilt and shame and grief,
In vain elsewhere I seek relief;
Here only is substantial rest,
To souls bewildered and oppressed.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 116:7; Rev 2:4;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1818 | # 556 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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BRYNTEG
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 180 | G |
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