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O wash my soul from ev'ry sin, | |||
And make my guilty conscience clean; | |||
Here on my heart the burden lies, | |||
and past offences pain my eyes. | |||
My lips with shame my sins confess | |||
Against thy law, against thy grace; | |||
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, | |||
I am condem'd, but thou art clear. | |||
Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, | |||
I must pronounce thee just in death; | |||
And if my soul were sent to hell, | |||
Thy righteous law approves it well. | |||
Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, | |||
Whose hope still hovering round thy word, | |||
Would light on some sweet promise there, | |||
Some sure support against despair. | |||
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CPDL #23483:
- Editor: Tim Risher (submitted 2011-05-06). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 74 kB Copyright: CC BY NC ND
- Edition notes: The unusual sounding notes are correct - ie, m2, the C-G-F-C chord. The original is in e minor.
General Information
Title: Gosen L.M.
Composer: Stephen Jenks
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Shape Notes
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1805
Description: Early American music; although not shapenote, his music appears in many later shapenote books.
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English text
O wash my soul from ev'ry sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Here on my heart the burden lies, and past offences pain my eyes.
My lips with shame my sins confess Against thy law, against thy grace; Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condem'd, but thou art clear.
Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just in death; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well.
Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope still hovering round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.