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Oh! what could my Jesus do more,
Or what greater blessings impart,
Oh! silence my soul, and adore,
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still nearer thy heart. :|
'Tis her from my labors I'll rest,
Since He makes my
poor heart his abode;
To Him all my cares I'll address,
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the Heart of my God. :|
For life and for death
Thou art mine,
My Saviour,
I'm sealed with Thy blood;
Till eternity on me doth shine,
|: I'll feed on the flesh of my God. :|
In Jesus, triumphant, I live
In Jesus exultingly die
The terrors of death calmly brave
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out my last sigh. :|
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.) extended
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MUSIC
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Name:
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O What Could My Jesus Do More
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 8
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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