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Come, let us join in songs of praise
To our ascended Priest;
He entered heaven with all our names
Engraven on his breast.
Below he washed our guilt away,
By his atoning blood;
Now he appears before the throne,
And pleads our cause with God.
What though while here we oft must feel
Temptation's keenest dart,
Our tender High Priest feels it too,
And will appease the smart.
Clothed with our nature still, he knows
The weakness of our frame,
And how to shield us from t
Nor time nor distance e'er shall quench
The fervor of his love;
For us he died in kindness here,
Nor is less kind above.
Oh! may we ne'er forget his grace,
Nor blush to wear his name;
Still may our hearts hold fast his faith,
Our mouths his praise proclaim.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1853 | # 36 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ELIZABETHTOWN
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1838
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 392 | Eb | | # 799 | Eb |
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