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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>IN EVIL LONG I TOOK DELIGHT</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Against Thee…have I sinned, and done…evil in Thy sight.” Psalm 51:4</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_newton_j.html" target="_blank">John Newton</a>, <em>Olney Hymns</em> (London: W. Oliver, 1779).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Martyrdom,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_i_wilson_h.html" target="_blank">Hugh Wilson</a>, 1800; arranged by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_h_u_hudson_re.html" target="_new">Ralph E. Hudson</a>, <em>circa</em> 1885 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_m_martyrdo.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>In evil long I took delight,<br>
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Unawed by shame or fear,<br>
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Till a new object struck my sight,<br>
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And stopped my wild career.</p>
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<p>I saw One hanging on a tree,<br>
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In agony and blood,<br>
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Who fixed His languid eyes on me,<br>
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As near His cross I stood.</p>
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<p>Sure, never to my latest breath,<br>
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Can I forget that look;<br>
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It seemed to charge me with His death,<br>
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Though not a word He spoke.</p>
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<p>My conscience felt and owned the guilt,<br>
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And plunged me in despair,<br>
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I saw my sins His blood had spilt,<br>
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And helped to nail Him there.</p>
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<p>A second look He gave, which said,<br>
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“I freely all forgive;<br>
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This blood is for thy ransom paid;<br>
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I die that thou mayst live.”</p>
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<p>Thus, while His death my sin displays<br>
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In all its blackest hue,<br>
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Such is the mystery of grace,<br>
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It seals my pardon too.</p>
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