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Jesus, the merit
Of all that Thou hast borne
Maketh me inherit
The crown that hath no thorn!
Ah then, teach me duly
To worship at Thy cross,
Owning inly, truly,
The Love that bore our loss.
There to sin, oh let me
From henceforth daily die;
Nor in death forget me,
Then grant me life on high.
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marker 99
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LYRICS
Meter:
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6 6 6 6
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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1863
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Bible Refs:
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