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    THE
  
  
    LOVELY
  
  
    STORY.
  
    "Now
  
  
    is
  
  
    my
  
  
    soul
  
  
    troubled
  
  
    and
  
  
    what
  
  
    shall
  
  
    I
  
  
    say?
  
  
    Father,
  
  
    save
  
  
    me
  
  
    from
  
  
    this
  
  
    hour:
  
  
    but
  
  
    for
  
  
    this
  
  
    cause
  
  
    came
  
  
    I
  
  
    unto
  
  
    this
  
  
    hour."-JOHN
  
  
    12:
  
  
    27.
  
    E.
  
  
    J.
  
  
    KING,
  
  
    about
  
  
    1850.
  
  
    Key
  
  
    of
  
  
    G.
  
  
    E.
  
  
    J.
  
  
    KING,
  
  
    1850
  
    1.
  
    {A
  
  
    sto
  
  
    -
  
  
    ry
  
  
    most
  
  
    love-ly
  
  
    I'll
  
  
    tell,
  
  
    Of
  
  
    Je
  
  
    -
  
  
    sus
  
  
    (O
  
  
    won-drous
  
  
    sur-prize,
  
  
    He
  
  
    left
  
  
    His
  
  
    ex
  
  
    -
  
  
    alt
  
  
    -
  
  
    ed
  
  
    a
  
  
    -
  
  
    bode.
  
  
    When
  
    He
  
  
    suf-fered
  
  
    the
  
  
    tor-ments
  
  
    of
  
  
    hell,
  
  
    That
  
  
    sin-ners,
  
  
    vile
  
  
    sin-
  
  
    ners
  
  
    may
  
  
    -
  
  
    -
  
  
    -
  
  
    rise;
  
    2. {O
  
  
    did
  
  
    my
  
  
    dear
  
  
    Je-sus
  
  
    thus
  
  
    bleed,
  
  
    And
  
  
    pit
  
  
    -
  
  
    y
  
  
    a
  
  
    ruin
  
  
    -
  
  
    ed
  
  
    lost
  
  
    race;
  
  
    His
  
  
    bod
  
  
    -
  
  
    y
  
  
    bore
  
  
    an-guish
  
  
    and
  
  
    pain,
  
  
    His
  
    O
  
  
    whence
  
  
    did
  
  
    such
  
  
    mer-cy
  
  
    pro-ceed,
  
  
    Such
  
  
    bound-less
  
  
    com-pa-sion
  
  
    and
  
  
    -
  
  
    -
  
  
    -
  
  
    grace;
  
    man
  
  
    by
  
  
    trans
  
  
    -
  
  
    gres
  
  
    -
  
  
    sion
  
  
    was
  
  
    lost,
  
  
    Ap
  
  
    -
  
  
    peas
  
  
    -
  
  
    ing
  
  
    the
  
  
    wrath
  
  
    of
  
  
    a
  
  
    God,
  
  
    He
  
  
    shed
  
  
    forth
  
  
    His
  
  
    blood
  
  
    as
  
  
    the
  
  
    cost.
  
    spir
  
  
    -
  
  
    it
  
  
    most
  
  
    sunk
  
  
    with
  
  
    the
  
  
    load,
  
    A
  
  
    short
  
  
    time
  
  
    be
  
  
    -
  
  
    fore
  
  
    He
  
  
    was
  
  
    slain,
  
  
    His
  
  
    sweat
  
  
    was
  
  
    as
  
  
    great
  
  
    Crops
  
  
    of
  
  
    blood.
  
    It
  
  
    is
  
  
    not
  
  
    known
  
  
    whether
  
  
    Prof.
  
  
    E.
  
  
    J.
  
  
    King
  
  
    composed
  
  
    or
  
  
    re-arranged
  
  
    the
  
  
    words
  
  
    to
  
  
    the
  
  
    above
  
  
    tune.
  
  
    He
  
  
    was
  
  
    a
  
  
    fine
  
  
    singer,
  
  
    taught
  
  
    music
  
  
    in
  
  
    many
  
  
    counties
  
    of
  
  
    Georgia,
  
  
    and
  
  
    wrote
  
  
    some
  
  
    acceptable
  
  
    hymns
  
  
    and
  
  
    tunes.
  
  
    A
  
  
    sketch
  
  
    of
  
  
    Mr.
  
  
    King
  
  
    is
  
  
    given
  
  
    elsewhere
  
  
    in
  
  
    this
  
  
    book.