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Blessed Saviour, was it love to us
Which nailed thee to the tree?
Then by that love constrained we yield
Our hearts, our all to thee.
We love thee for thy grace and truth,
Who wast so rich yet poor;
We love thee for the painful cross
Thou didst for us endure.
Though in the very form of God,
With heavenly glory crowned,
Thou woud’st be made of human flesh,
Beset with troubles round.
Thou would’st like wretched man be made,
In every thing but sin;
That we as like thee might become
As we unlike had been.
Like thee in lowliness and love,
And every beauteous grace,
From glory thus to glory changed,
Till we behold thy face.
O Jesus, may we more and more
Thy grace and goodness prove,
Till thy dear name our spirits fill
With light, and joy, and love.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Phil 2:5-8;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1853 | # 57 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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FINGAL
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1885
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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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| # 539 | D | | # 456 | Eb | | # 159 | Eb | | # 4 | Eb |
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