Lutheran Music

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So my many sins and errors
Many million sinners sparest!
She hath suffered many a day,
Behold, in many a place--
Many generations;
What they longed for many a year,
So many hearts have watched and prayed;
In many a dark and dreary day
In many an hour when fear and dread,
In many a night when seas ran high,
Many souls their race have run,
Which for many a generation
Many hands were raised to wound Him,
Still in many an anxious tho't.
'Tis the blood of many slain;
To many wak'ning land
"Tho' with many woes I prove thee
At once in many places.
With many a care oppressed;
And me, by many a sin opprest,
And bring my many sins with me.
Crown Him with Many Crowns
Crown Him with many crowns,
Crown Him with many crowns
Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns,
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
If Thou through many ills
Tho' pressed by many a foe;
For through many a woe
Lo, Many Shall Come from the East and the West
Lo, many shall come from the East and the West
When dead in many sins
Tho' seen by many a tear,
And to many joys hath led me,
Many spend their lives in fretting
Many in saving faith may come
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
For the many faithful heralds,
How many of the sons of men
Savior, Sprinkle Many Nations
Savior, sprinkle many nations,
"Many a sorrow, many a labor,
Many a tear."
Tho' many storms may gather.
Full many a secret snare and net
Tho' many woes o'ertake me,
How many are the perils
By many an angel arm;
My many sins blot out forever
Where so many saints have gone;
And bright with many an angel
The Father's house has many a dwelling,
Ye souls bowed down with many a care;
How many a time I longed for thee of old
There many a happy day is spent,
For Many Years, O God of Grace
For many years, O God of grace,
Here many found a table spread,