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From the cross the blood is falling,
And to us a voice is calling,
Like a trumpet silver clear:
'Tis the voice announcing pardon-
It is finished, is its burden,-
Pardon to the far and near.
Peace that glorious blood is sealing,
All our wounds forever healing,
And removing every load;
Words of peace that voice has spoken,
Peace that shall no more be broken.
Peace between mankind and God.
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8 8 7 8 8 7
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1899 | # 99 |
MUSIC
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8 8 7 8 8 7
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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