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A spendthrift lover is the Lord,
who never counts the cost,
or asks if heaven can afford
to woo a world that's lost.
Our lover tosses coins of gold
across the midnight skies,
and stokes the sun against the cold
to warm us when we rise.
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LYRICS
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8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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| 1998 | # 177 | | 1999 | # 676 |
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