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Lord Jesus Christ,
the thought of Thee
With sweetness fills my breast:
But sweeter far Thy face to see,
And in Thy presence rest.
Nor voice can sing,
nor heart can frame,
Nor can the mem’ry find
A sweeter sound than
Thy blest Name,
O Saviour of mankind!
O hope of every contrite heart,
O joy of all the meek,
To those who fall,
how kind Thou art;
How good to those who seek!
But what to those who find?
Ah, this
Nor tongue, nor pen can show;
The love of Jesus! What it is
None but His loved ones know.
Saviour, our only joy be Thou,
As Thou our crown wilt be;
Be Thou, O Lord, our glory now,
And through eternity.
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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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12 cent
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Bible Refs:
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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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| 1981 | # 137 |
MUSIC
Name:
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ST. AGNES, DURHAM
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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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1866
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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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| # 278 | No key | | # 84 | No key | | # 60 | A | | # 46 | Ab | | # 135 | Ab | | # 536 | F | | # 486 | G | | # 79 | G | | # 128 | G | | # 129 | G | | # 308 | G | | # 276 | G | | # 374 | G | | # 327 | G | | # 289 | G | | # 5 | G | | # 137 | G | | # 201 | G | | # 178 | G | | # 450 | G | | # 322 | G | | # 769 | G |
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