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Our Jesus walks where
the wrecks wash in,
All bruised and sore
from the sea of sin;
As each comes
in on the rushing tide,
He gently calls
from the dark seaside.
O sinner tossed
on the turbid foam,
To Christ then come
and His harbor home,
He waits just now
on the peaceful shore,
To heal your wounds
and your soul restore.
Just as He did there in Galilee,
He walks today by the foaming sea;
That He may heal
all the sick and sore,
When roughly dashed
on the friendly shore.
O sinner tossed
on the turbid foam,
To Christ then come
and His harbor home,
He waits just now
on the peaceful shore,
To heal your wounds
and your soul restore.
He loves to walk where
the wrecks wash in,
That long have tossed
on the sea of sin;
Who call to Him
with their failing breath,
To rescue them from
the sea of death.
O sinner tossed
on the turbid foam,
To Christ then come
and His harbor home,
He waits just now
on the peaceful shore,
To heal your wounds
and your soul restore.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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9 9 9 9 with refrain
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Dates:
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1896
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 69:14;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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WHERE THE WRECKS WASH IN
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Meter:
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9 9 9 9 with refrain
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1896
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