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Soft the voice of mercy sounded,
Sweet as music to the ear;
Grace abounds where sin abounded,
This the word that soothed our fear;
Grace, the sweetest sound we know,
Grace to sinners here below.
Grace we sing,
God's grace through Jesus;
Grace, the spring of peace to man;
Grace, that from each sorrow frees us;
Grace, too high for thought to scan;
Grace, the theme of God's own love;
Grace, the theme all themes above.
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8 7 8 7 7 7
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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TILL HE COME
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8 7 8 7 7 7
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