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Jesus, Jesus, full
of all compassion,
Hear Thy humble suppliant’s cry;
Let me know Thy great salvation,
See, I languish, faint and die.
Guilty, but with heart relenting,
Overwhelmed with helpless grief,
Prostrate at Thy feet repining,
Send, O send me quick relief.
Whither should a wretch be flying,
But to Him Who comfort gives?
Whither, from the dread of dying,
But to Him Who ever lives?
While I view Thee,
wounded, grieving,
Breathless, on the cursèd tree,
Fain, I’d feel my heart believing,
That Thou sufferedst thus for me.
With Thy righteousness and Spirit,
I am more than angels blest;
Heir with Thee, all things inherit,
Peace, and joy, and endless rest.
Saved! The deed shall
spread new glory
Through the shining realms above;
Angels sing the pleasing story,
All enraptured with Thy love.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 20:34;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BARTIMAEUS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7
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Dates:
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1804
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