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Christ delivered us when bound,
And, when wounded,
healed our wound,
Sought us wandering, set us right,
Turned our darkness into light.
Can a mother's tender care
Cease towards the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful prove;
He will never cease to love.
His is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
We shall see His glory soon,
When the work of grace is done,
Partners of His throne above;
Such to us His wondrous love!
This alone is our complaint,
That our love is weak and faint;
Yet we love Him, and adore,
O for grace to love Him more!
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7 7 7 7
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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7 7 7 7
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| # 90 | No key | | # 320 | Ab | | # 414 | Ab | | # 527 | Ab | | # 365 | Ab | | # 521 | Ab | | # 432 | Ab | | # 63 | Ab | | # 260 | Ab | | # 468 | Ab |
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