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Jesus, wondrous Savior!
Christ, of kings the King!
Angels fall before Thee,
prostrate worshipping;
|: Fairest they confess Thee
in the Heav’n above.
We would sing Thee fairest
here in hymns of love. :|
Fairer far than sunlight
unto eyes that wait
Amid fear and darkness,
’til the morning break;
|: Fairer than the day-dawn,
hills and dales among,
When its tide of glory
wakes the tide of song. :|
Sweeter far than music
quivering from keys
That unbind all feeling
with strange harmonies.
|: Thou art more and dearer
than all minstrelsy;
Only in Thy presence
can joy’s fullness be. :|
All earth’s flowing pleasures
were a wintry sea,
Heav’n itself without Thee
dark as night would be.
|: Lamb of God! Thy glory is
the light above.
Lamb of God! Thy glory is
the life of love. :|
Life is death if severed
from Thy throbbing heart.
Death with life abundant
at Thy touch would start.
|: Worlds and men and angels
all consist in Thee:
Yet Thou camest to us in humility. :|
Jesus! All perfections rise
and end in Thee;
Brightness of God’s glory
Thou, eternally,
|: Favored beyond measure
they Thy face who see;
May we gracious Savior,
share this ecstasy. :|
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 5 6 5 D
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1889
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Bible Refs:
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Col 1:17;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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WYE VALLEY (ABRIDGED)
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Meter:
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6 5 6 5 D
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1876
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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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| # 315 | F |
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Hymn Writer
