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Jesus demands this heart of mine,
Demands my love, my joy, my care;
But ah! how dead to things divine,
How cold my best affections are!
Jesus demands this heart of mine,
Demands my love, my joy, my care;
But ah! how dead to things divine,
How cold my best affections are!
‘Tis sin, alas! with dreadful power,
Divides my Saviour from my sight;
Oh, for one happy, cloudless hour
Of sacred freedom, sweet delight!
Lord! let thy love shine forth and raise
My captive powers from sin and death,
And till my heart with life and praise,
And tune my last expiring breath.
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Meter:
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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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Song #
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| 1866 | # 582 |
MUSIC
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SYDNEY
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1875
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 168 | E |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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