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All ye who feel distressed for sin,
And fear eternal woe,
Hear the glad news the gospel brings,
For rebels such as you.
Jesus by his almighty word,
Will all your fears remove;
For every wound his precious blood,
A sovereign balm shall prove.
His conquering grace shall set you free
From sin’s oppressive chains,
From Satan’s hateful tyranny,
And everlasting pains.
He now invites you from above,
Polluted as you are,
That you in saving power may prove,
And in his banquet share.
Come then, ye heavy laden, come,
His speedy help implore;
Thousands have here a welcome friend,
And still there’s roon for more.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 11:28; Lk 14:22;
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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 | # 375 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. FULBERT
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1849
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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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| # 108 | D | | # 205 | D | | # 8 | D | | # 189 | D | | # 48 | E | | # 1010 | E | | # 604 | E | | # 125 | E | | # 628 | Eb | | # 306 | Eb | | # 816.2 | No key |
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