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Teach me yet more of thy blest ways
Thou holy Lamb of God;
And fix and root me in the grace
So dearly bought with blood.
Oh, tell me often of each wound,
Of every grief and pain;
And let my heart with joy confess,
From hence comes all my gain.
For this, oh, may I freely count
Whate’er I have but loss;
And every name, and every thing,
Compared with thee, but dross.
Engrave this deeply on my heart
With an eternal pen:
That I may, in some small degree,
Return thy love again.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Hymn/Song Book
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MEAR
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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