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Thy cross, thou Saviour of the lost,
Shall be our everlasting boast;
Thy death hath made it gain to die,
We triumph through thine agony.
What wondrous cause could make thee give
Thy life, that the accursed might live,
Well knowing that we still should be
So cold, so thankless unto thee?
Thy love, thy matchless love alone,
Could make thee for our sins atone;
None but thyself could love so well,
Or bear our curse, or save from hell.
Jesus our Lord, no tongue can say
The debt we owe, no love can pay;
Oh, take the hearts which thou hast bought,
And rule each action, word, and thought.
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| 1853 | # 587 |
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WINDHAM
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 88 | No key | | # 590 | Dm | | # 255 | Dm | | # 345 | Dm |
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