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My blessèd Saviour, is Thy Love
So great, so full, so free?
Behold, I give my love, my heart,
My life, my all to Thee.
I love Thee for the glorious worth
In Thy great self I see:
I love Thee for that shameful cross
Thou hast endured for me.
No man of greater love can boast
Than for his friend to die;
But for thy foes, Lord, thou wast slain
What love with thine can vie!
Though in the very form of God,
With heavenly glory crowned,
Thou would’st partake of human flesh
Beset with troubles round.
Thou wouldst, like wretched man,be made
In every thing but sin;
That we as like thee might become,
As we unlike have been.
O Lord, I’ll cherish in my soul
The memory of Thy love:
And Thy dear Name shall still to me
A priceless treasure prove.
---Alternative verses---
No man of greater love can boast
Than for his friend to die:
But for Thy enemies Thou wast slain:
What love with Thine can vie!
O Lord, I’ll treasure in my soul
The memory of thy love;
And thy dear name shall still to me
A grateful odour prove.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1697
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 15:13;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1919 | # 413 | | 1960 | # 377 | | 1866 | # 692 |
MUSIC
Name:
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LITCHFIELD
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 333 | Eb |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
Name
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meter
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| 8 6 8 6 (C.M.) | | 8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.) |
echo ' | ';
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