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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>THE HALLOWED SPOT</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Thy sins are forgiven.” Luke 5:20</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_h_u_hunter_w.html" target="_blank">William Hunter</a> (1811-1877).
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<p><em>Music:</em> Arranged by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_o_k_okane_tc.html" target="_blank">Tullius Clinton O’Kane</a> (1830-1912) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_h_a_hallowed.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>There is a spot to me more dear<br>
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Than native vale or mountain;<br>
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A spot for which affection’s tear<br>
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Springs grateful from its fountain.<br>
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’Tis not where kindred souls abound,<br>
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Though that is almost heaven,<br>
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But where I first my Savior found,<br>
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And felt my sins forgiven.</p>
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<p>Hard was my toil to reach the shore,<br>
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Long tossed upon the ocean;<br>
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Above me was the thunder’s roar,<br>
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Beneath, the wave’s commotion.<br>
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Darkly the pall of night was thrown<br>
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Around me faint with terror;<br>
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In that dark hour how did my groan<br>
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Ascend for years of error.</p>
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<p>Sinking and panting as for breath<br>
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I knew not help was near me;<br>
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I cried, “Oh, save me, Lord from death,<br>
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Immortal Jesus, hear me.”<br>
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Then quick as thought I felt Him mine,<br>
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My Savior stood before me;<br>
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I saw His brightness round me shine,<br>
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And shouted “Glory, Glory.”</p>
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<p>O sacred hour! O hallowed spot!<br>
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Where love divine first found me;<br>
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Wherever falls my distant lot,<br>
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My heart shall linger round thee.<br>
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And when from earth I rise, to soar<br>
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Up to my home in heaven,<br>
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Down will I cast my eyes once more,<br>
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Where I was first forgiven.</p>
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