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What a Mercy of Mercies Is This!
No tongue can e'er express
Such unspeakable bliss!
Jesus died to redeem His lost race.
What will, Oh! What will become of me
My doom I plainly see
If death approaches me,
And the Savior's not found in my heart?
But welcome, most welcome death to me!
I claim the victory;
For Christ has set me free,
If the Savior is found in my heart.
Farewell to affliction and pain!
I soon with Christ shall reign!
For dying is my gain,
If the Savior is found in my heart.
Now we hope, yes, we hope soon to meet,
And our joys be complete,
There to worship at His feet,
And to reign with the Savior above.
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