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'Twas not for our great love to Thee
That Thou didst send Thy Son;
That spring of love, O God, we see
In Thee alone.
What love, Lord Jesus,
brought Thee down
Our hardened hearts to win,
To be despised and spit upon,
And bear our sin!
The sins of many Thou didst bear,
Of all who look to Thee,
When God, Thy God,
forsook Thee there,
On Calvary's tree.
'Tis finished! loud triumphant cry,
Ere Thou didst yield Thy breath!
The veil was rent, and we draw nigh
To God, through death.
That glorious resurrection morn
Bids doubts for ever cease,
For far and wide the news is borne
Of perfect peace.
Yes, peace! since
every claim is met,
Lord Jesus, by Thy blood,
And Thou "our peace"
art risen and set
On high by God.
Thy grace, O Lord,
alone revealed
That wondrous heart of Thine;
We thank Thee,
and ourselves we yield
To love divine.
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8 3 3 6
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ST. CUTHBERT
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8 6 8 4
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 236 | Eb | | # 251 | Eb | | # 191 | Eb | | # 312 | Eb | | # 283 | Eb | | # 436 | Eb | | # 207 | Eb |
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