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Aloud we sing the wond’rous grace,
Christ to his murd’rers bore;
Which made the tort’ring cross its throne.
And hung its trophies there.
“Father, forgive,” his mercy cry’d,
With his expiring breath;
And drew eternal blessings down
On those who wrought his death.
Jesus, this wond’rous love we sing,
And whilst we sing, admire;
Breathe on our souls, and kindle there
The same celestial fire.
Sway’d by thy dear example, we
For enemies will pray:
With love, their hatred and their curse;
With blessings we’ll repay.
Pity shall touch our hearts to see
A hungry starving foe:
The needful bread our hands out-stretch’d
Shall joyfully bestow.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 23:34;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1815 | # 404 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. FULBERT
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1849
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 108 | D | | # 205 | D | | # 8 | D | | # 189 | D | | # 48 | E | | # 1010 | E | | # 604 | E | | # 125 | E | | # 628 | Eb | | # 306 | Eb | | # 816.2 | No key |
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