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Blest be the Father and his love,
To whose celestial source we owe
Rivers of endless joy above,
And rills of comfort here below.
Glory to thee, great Son of God,
From whose dear wounded body rolls
A precious stream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying souls.
Glory to thee, Incarnate Lord,
The blood thou didst so freely shed,
Thy might grace, thy sacred word,
Restore to life and joy the dead.
We give the sacred Spirit praise,
Who in our hearts of sin and woe
Makes living springs of grace arise,
And into boundless glory flow.
Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, we adore;
That sea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom or a shore.
---Alternative verses---
Blest be the Father for his love,
To whose celestial source we owe
Rivers of endless joy above,
And rills of comfort here below.
We give the sacred Spirit praise,
Who in our hearts of sin and woe
Mak'st living springs of grace arise,
And into boundless glory flow.
Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, we adore;
That sea of life and love unknown,
Unfathomed and without a shore.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1709
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 28:19;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1821 | # 48 | | | # 26 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ALL SAINTS NEW
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1791
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Hymn Writer
