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Blest be the wisdom and the power,
The justice and the grace,
That join’d in counsel to restore
And save our ruin’d grace!
Our father ate forbidden fruit,
And from his glory fell;
And we, his children, thus were brought
To death, and near to hell.
Blest be the Lord, that sent his Son
To take our flesh and blood!
He for our lives gave up his own,
To make our peace with God.
He honour’d all his Father’s laws,
Which we have disobeyed’d;
He bore our sins upon the cross,
And our full ransom paid.
Behold him rising from the grave;
Behold him raised on high:
He pleads his merits there, to save
Transgressors doom’d to die.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1715
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Bible Refs:
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MUSIC
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Name:
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FINGAL
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1885
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 539 | D | | # 456 | Eb | | # 159 | Eb | | # 4 | Eb |
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