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O the joy while thus we meet,
Learning here at Jesus’ feet
Words of truth that point the way
To realms of day!
Precious words of worth untold,
Ever new but never old,
May we read them o’er and o’er,
And love them more.
Words that tell of Him Who came
In His Father’s blessèd name;
And the angels at His birth
Sang “Peace on earth”;
Words that tell His love to men,
How He died and rose again,
To provide a mansion fair
That we might share.
Words that kindly say to all,
While their tones like music fall,
“Come to Jesus while you may;
He calls today”;
If our heart we open wide,
He will then with us abide;
We may dwell with Him above,
Where all is love.
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7 7 7 4 D
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Bible Refs:
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PRECIOUS WORDS
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7 7 7 4 D
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