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The blood has always precious been,
‘Tis precious now to me;
Through it alone my soul has rest,
From fear and doubt set free.
Oh, wondrous is the crimson tide,
Which from my Saviour flowed!
And still in heaven my song shall be,
“The precious, precious blood!”
I will remember now no more,
God’s faithful Word has said,
The follies and the sins of him
For whom My Son has bled.
Oh, wondrous is the crimson tide,
Which from my Saviour flowed!
And still in heaven my song shall be,
“The precious, precious blood!”
Not all my well remembered sins
Can startle or dismay;
That precious blood atones for all,
And bears my guilt away.
Oh, wondrous is the crimson tide,
Which from my Saviour flowed!
And still in heaven my song shall be,
“The precious, precious blood!”
Perhaps this feeble frame of mine
Will soon in sickness lie;
But, resting on that precious blood,
How peacefully I’ll die!
Oh, wondrous is the crimson tide,
Which from my Saviour flowed!
And still in heaven my song shall be,
“The precious, precious blood!”
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
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Dates:
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1894
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Bible Refs:
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1 Pe 1:19;
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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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MUSIC
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Name:
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RIYADH
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
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Writer(s):
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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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| # 138 | Eb |
echo ' | ';
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Hymn Writer
