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O Jesus, Lord, 'tis joy to know
Thy path is o'er of shame and woe
For us so meekly trod:
All finished is Thy work of toil;
Thou reapest now
the fruit and spoil,
Exalted by our God.
Thy holy head,
once bound with thorns,
The crown of glory now adorns,
Thy seat, the Father's throne:
O Lord, e'en now
we sing Thy praise,
Ours the eternal song to raise,
Worthy the Lord alone.
As Head for us
Thou sittest there,
Thy members here
the blessing share,
Of all Thou dost receive:
Thy wisdom, riches,
honours, powers,
Thy boundless love
has all made ours,
Who in Thy name believe.
We triumph in Thy triumphs, Lord;
Thy joys our deepest joys afford,
The fruit of love divine:
While sorrowing,
suffering, toiling here,
How does the thought
our spirits cheer,
The throne of glory's Thine!
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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PEMBROKE
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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| # 772 | F | | # 413 | F | | # 385 | F | | # 282 | F | | # 51 | G |
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