"The vilest offender who truly believes, That moment from Jesus a pardon receives."
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Composers from the United StatesMusicians from the United StatesMethodists from the United StatesSongwriters from the United StatesHymnwriters from the United States
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from "To God Be The Glory", (1875)
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Fanny Crosby
Frances Janes Van Alstyne Crosby (March 24 1820 – February 12 1915), usually known as Fanny Crosby, was an American lyricist most famous for her Protestant Christian hymns. A lifelong Methodist, she was one of the most prolific hymnists in history, writing over 8,000 despite being blind from shortly after birth.
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