| Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
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| A thousand thoughts revolve
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| Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed
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| And make this last resolve
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| Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed
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| And make this last resolve
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| I’ll go to Jesus, though my sin
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| Hath like a mountain rose;
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| I know His courts, I’ll enter in
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| Whatever may oppose
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| I know His courts, I’ll enter in
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| Whatever may oppose
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| I can but perish if I go
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| I am resolved to try
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| For if I stay away I know
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| I must forever die
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| For if I stay away I know
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| I must forever die |