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Jesus, descended from the sky,
The power of God in man thou art;
Thyself, to whom I now apply,
Speak thy own words into my heart:
Thy words are more than empty sound,
Inseparably one with thee;
Spirit in them, and life is found,
And all the depths of Deity.
While, feebly gasping at thy feet,
A sinner in my sins I bow,
O might I now my Saviour meet,
And hear and feel thy sayings now!
Speak, and thy word the dead shall raise,
Shall me with spirit and life inspire;
Speak on, and fill my soul with grace,
And add me to thy deathless choir.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 6:63;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1889 | # 881 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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WHYTE
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8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.)
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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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| # 122 | A |
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