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Down from the glory
of Father�s shining kingdom,
Down to a sinful world,
our dying souls to win,
Came there a Savior,
so full of love and mercy,
Came He, oh, Blessed One,
to rescue me from sin.
Hungry and thirsty,
by Satan sorely tempted,
Weary and fainting,
nor a pillow for His head;
Walking the thorn path,
accused, despised, rejected,
Thus came my Savior,
this unfriendly earth to tread.
Hark! from the garden
a cry of bitter anguish,
Pleads One for succor,
and for comfort from above;
Jesus is bearing
our many sins and sorrows,
Hear from Gethsemane
the whispers of His love.
See, on Mount Calv�ry
the Son of God is dying,
Dying in agony,
forsaken on the tree;
Dark hang the shadows,
all nature in commotion,
Dies there a Holy One,
my captive soul to free.
Oh, think of Calv�ry,
the darksome scene of Calv�ry,
Even the glowing sun
refuses now to shine;
Jesus is dying�
the guiltless for the guilty�
O soul, receive Him now,
embracing love divine.
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