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ON FREE GRACE.
6 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale,
Soon all my mortal powers must fail;
O may my last expiring breath
His loving-kindness sing in death.
7 Then let me mount and soar away
To the bright world of endless day,
And sing with rapture and surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies.
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t Grace free and full.
1 'T' HY mercy, my God, is- tne theme of my
1 song,
The joy of my heart, and the boast of my
tongue:
Thy free grace alone, from the first to the
last,
Hath won my affections, and bound my soul
fast.
2 Without thy sweet mercy I could not live
here :
Sin soon would reduce me to utter despair;
But through thy free goodness my spirits re­
vive,
And he that first made me still keeps me
alive.
8 Thy mercy is more than a match for my
heart,
Which wonders to feel its own hardness de­
part ;
Dissolved by thy sunshine I fall to the
ground,
And weep to the praise of the mercy I found
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