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Not my endeavours, nor my prayers,
Nor rising groans, not falling tears,
Not others’ works, nor yet my own,
Can e’er my crimson sins atone.
Rivers of blood can’t wash away,
The crimes of but a single day;
Not costly rites nor bullocks slain,
Can make a guilty conscience clean.
Jesus, to thee alone I fly,
And at thy footstool prostrate lie;
Thou canst my numerous sins forgive,
And bid a dying sinner live.
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Heb 10:4;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ARIZONA
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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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Key
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| # 910 | Bb | | # 532 | F | | # 474 | F | | # 341 | F | | # 430 | No key |
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