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/*-20note-*//*-hymn-*/
  *Composer:
    *Samuel Stanley (1767-1822), 1800
  *Also known as:
    *With Reverence Let the Saints Appear
    *Lord, In the Morning Thou Shalt Hear My Voice
    *Amazing Grace((This is a different melody than the more common //New Britain// normally associated with these lyrics.))
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  *[[:incipit|Condensed Incipit]]: 13516565321356176545
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  *++Lyrics:|\\
With reverence let the saints appear,\\
And bow before the Lord;\\
His high commands with reverence hear,\\
And tremble at His Word.\\
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How terrible Thy glories be!\\
How bright Thine armies shine!\\
Where is the power that vies with Thee,\\
Or truth compared to Thine?\\
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The northern pole and southern rest\\
On Thy supporting hand;\\
Darkness and day, from east to west,\\
Move round at Thy command.\\
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Thy words the raging winds control,\\
And rule the boisterous deep;\\
Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll,\\
The rolling billows sleep.\\
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Heav'n, earth, and air, and sea, are Thine,\\
And the dark world of hell;\\
How did Thine arm in vengeance shine\\
When Egypt durst rebel!\\
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Justice and judgment are Thy throne,\\
Yet wondrous is Thy grace;\\
While truth and mercy, joined in one,\\
Invite us near Thy face.\\
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    *++Isaac Watts|{{search>"Isaac Watts" @cobs}}++ (1674-1748), 1719
  *++Lyrics:|\\
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound\\
That sav'd a wretch like me!\\
I once was lost, but now am found,\\
Was blind, but now I see.\\
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'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,\\
And grace my fears reliev'd;\\
How precious did that grace appear,\\
The hour I first believ'd!\\
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Thro' many dangers, toils and snares,\\
I have already come;\\
’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,\\
And grace will lead me home.\\
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The Lord has promis'd good to me,\\
His word my hope secures;\\
He will my shield and portion be,\\
As long as life endures.\\
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Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,\\
And mortal life shall cease;\\
I shall possess, within the veil,\\
A life of joy and peace.\\
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The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,\\
The sun forbear to shine;\\
But God, who call'd me here below,\\
Will be forever mine.||
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    *John New­ton, 1772