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Is there a thing can conquer vice,
Or break a heart of stone,
Or melt a heart as cold as ice?
‘Tis Jesus’ love alone.
What sing those bright and joyful choirs,
Who round the Saviour throng?
His boundless love their lay inspires,
And forms their endless song.
Angels, who once his sufferings viewed,
Princes of heaven, fall down;
And saints, with endless gratitude,
Cast at his feet each crown.
As they in heaven thus praise, so we
Will joyfully proclaim,
That all shall saved and pardoned be,
Who trust the atoning Lamb.
And Jesus, do thou make each day,
Thy love to us more sweet;
Till we in heaven adore as they,
And worship at thy feet.
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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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Eph 3:19;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1853 | # 263 |
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