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My God, My God, to thee I cry;
Thee only would I know,
The purifying blood supply,
And wash me white as snow.
Touch me, and make the leper clean;
Purge my iniquity:
Unless thou wash my soul from sin,
I have no part in thee.
But art thou not already mine?
Answer, if mine thou art!
Whisper within, thou Love Divine,
And cheer my drooping heart.
Behold! For me the Victim bleeds,
His wounds are open wide;
For me the blood of sprinkling pleads,
And speaks me justified.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.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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| 1899 | # 765 |
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CLARENDON
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 583 | F | | # 765 | F |
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