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35 My Lord, My God, I Am Undone

35 My Lord, My God, I Am Undone I My Lord, my God, I am undone, My sins before me rise, A threat'ning army thousand strong, That my weak strength defies. 2 They round me throng , they on me press; I have nowhere to flee; Behold, 0 Lord, my deep distress, And haste to succour me . 3 Unworthy, yea I know it, Lord; Yet in thy strength I trust To help me stay this army come To slay me in the dust. 4 Yes, Lord, I was their captain once,- 1 raised this host of hell; On me, their leader, now they've turned With intent dire and, fell. 5 Forgive me, Lord, my darkened past, Which I confess with shame, And hear me as in torment cast I call upon thy name! 6 Like dew upon the waiting earth, Thus fell thy manna free ; So let salvation fall, dear Lord, To feed the soul of me . 7 And, as the water at the feast. Was wondrous turned to wine; So let my spirit quickened be, Touched by thy Hand divine. Downloaded from http://read.dukeupress.edu/black-sacred-music/article-pdf/4/1/70/792367/70dett.pdf by DEEPDYVE INC user on 13 February 2021 8 Lord, I would do as those of old, Who walked with http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Black Sacred Music Duke University Press

35 My Lord, My God, I Am Undone

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Copyright © 1990 by Duke University Press
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1043-9455
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I My Lord, my God, I am undone, My sins before me rise, A threat'ning army thousand strong, That my weak strength defies. 2 They round me throng , they on me press; I have nowhere to flee; Behold, 0 Lord, my deep distress, And haste to succour me . 3 Unworthy, yea I know it, Lord; Yet in thy strength I trust To help me stay this army come To slay me in the dust. 4 Yes, Lord, I was their captain once,- 1 raised this host of hell; On me, their leader, now they've turned With intent dire and, fell. 5 Forgive me, Lord, my darkened past, Which I confess with shame, And hear me as in torment cast I call upon thy name! 6 Like dew upon the waiting earth, Thus fell thy manna free ; So let salvation fall, dear Lord, To feed the soul of me . 7 And, as the water at the feast. Was wondrous turned to wine; So let my spirit quickened be, Touched by thy Hand divine. Downloaded from http://read.dukeupress.edu/black-sacred-music/article-pdf/4/1/70/792367/70dett.pdf by DEEPDYVE INC user on 13 February 2021 8 Lord, I would do as those of old, Who walked with

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Black Sacred Music – Duke University Press

Published: Mar 1, 1990

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