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O God, I love Thee;
not that my poor love
May win me entrance
to Thy Heaven above,
Nor yet that strangers
to Thy love must know
The bitterness of everlasting woe.
But, Jesus, Thou art mine,
and I am Thine;
Clasped to Thy bosom
by Thy arms divine,
Who on the cruel cross
for me hast borne
The nails, the spear,
and man’s unpitying scorn.
No thought can fathom
and no tongue express
Thy griefs, Thy toils,
Thy anguish measureless,
Thy death,
O Lamb of God the undefiled;
And all for me,
Thy wayward sinful child.
How can I choose
but love Thee,
God’s dear Son,
O Jesus, loveliest,
and most loving One!
Were there no Heaven to gain,
no Hell to flee,
For what Thou art alone
I must love Thee.
Not for the hope
of glory or reward,
But even as Thyself
hast loved me, Lord,
I love Thee, and
will love Thee and adore,
Who art my King,
my God, for evermore.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1772,1889
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 21:15;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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PAX DEI
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Meter:
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10 10 10 10
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1868
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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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| # 330 | D | | # 573 | D | | # 31 | G |
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