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Like sheep we went astray,
Far from the fold of God,
Each wandering in a different way,
But all a downward road.
How dreadful was the hour
When Jesus was betrayed,
When vengeance spent on him its power
And sin on him was laid!
How glorious was the grace,
When he sustained the stroke;
The sinless, in the sinner’s place,
The Shepherd for his flock!
And God hath raised his head;
All heaven its homage pours;
And the loved church for which he bled,
With endless love adores.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 317 |
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