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Join, every tongue, to sing
The mercies of the Lord;
The love of Christ, our King,
Let every heart record.
He saved us from the wrath of God,
And paid our ransom with His blood.
What wondrous grace was this!
We sinned, and Jesus died;
He wrought the righteousness,
And we are justified.
We ran the debt to lengths extreme,
And all our debt was charged on Him.
Hell was our just desert,
And He that hell endured;
Guilt broke His guiltless heart
With wrath that we incurred;
We bruised His body, spilt His blood,
And both became our heav'nly food.
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