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Jesus, whom angel-hosts adore,
Became a man of griefs for me;
In love, though rich, becoming poor,
That I through him enriched might be.
Though Lord of all, above, below,
He went to Olivet for me;
There drank my cup of wrath and woe,
When bleeding in Gethsemane.
The ever-blesséd Son of God
Went up to Calvary for me;
There paid my debt, there bore my load,
In his own body on the tree.
Jesus, whose dwelling is the skies,
Went down into the grave for me;
There overcame my enemies,
There won the glorious victory.
’Tis finished all: the veil is rent,
The welcome sure, the access free ;—
Now then, we leave our banishment,
O Father, to return to thee!
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1866 | # 716 |
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WELLS (Holroyd)
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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| # 300 | F | | # 720 | F | | # 93 | D |
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