| First Line: | O, if my soul was form'd for wo |
| Meter: | C.M. |
| Printable Page Scan: | [Gif 77k] [Wide Gif 77k] |
| Midi: | [midi] |
1. O, if my soul was 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 that cursed tree,
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And groaned away his dying life,
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For thee, my soul, for thee,
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