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For blessings numberless, bestowed
On sinners doomed to die,
Blessings, which like the love of God,
Will last eternally,
Shall we a little love return,
A little service pay?
Away from us such heartless scorn,
Such selfishness, away!
As onward to our home we move,
Could we his law fulfil,
And love him with a perfect love,
We should be debtors still.
While each adoring seraph sings,
We will adore him too;
For all the praise creation brings
Is less than is his due.
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LYRICS
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 134 |
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