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Songs I Can’t Sing
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My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious
thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to His cross, and I bear it no
more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
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And Lord haste the day, when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;The trump shall resound, and the
Lord shall descend,Even so, it is well with my soul.
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When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humble adoration,And there proclaim,
my God, how great Thou art!
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These are the days of ElijahDeclaring the Word of the Lord
And these are the days of his servant, Moses
Righteousness being restoredAnd these are the days of great trialOf famine and darkness and sword
So we are the voice in the desert cryingPrepare ye the way of the Lord
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And these are the days of EzekielThe dry bones becoming as flesh
And these are the days of his servant, David
Building the temple of praiseAnd these are the days of the harvestThe fields are all white in your world
And we are the laborers in your vineyarddeclaring the word of the Lord!
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Behold he comesRiding on a cloud
Shining like the sunAt the trumpet's call
So lift your voiceIt's the year of jubilee
Out of Zion's hill salvation comes
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When thro' fiery Trials thy Pathway shalt
lie,
My Grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy
Supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee, I only
design
Thy Dross to consume, and thy Gold to
refine.
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The Soul that on Jesus hath lean'd for Repose,
I will not, I will not desert to his Foes;That Soul, though all Hell should
endeavor to shake,I'll never – no never – no never
forsake