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"This do, remember Me":
O blessed, living Lord,
What depths of grace
we now can trace
In that most precious word!
"This do, remember Me":
Oh, deep desire of love
As round Thy soul
those waves did roll
Of wrath from God above.
"This do, remember Me":
Oh, what a savour sweet
To God above! to man what love
Is in Thy work complete!
Now gathered round Thee here
With heart and conscience free,
O Lord, once dead,
whose blood was shed,
We do remember Thee.
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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