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156 Repentance



Oh, if my soul were formed for woe,
How would I vent my sighs?
Repentance should like rivers flow
From both my streaming eyes.
’Twas for my sins my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree,
And groaned away His precious life
For thee, my soul, for thee.

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