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Now, by the love of Christ my God,
His deep distress, his sore complaints,
His dying groans and precious blood,
I charge my soul to love the saints.
Glamour and wrath far hence be gone,
Envy and hate for ever cease:
Let bitter words no more be known
Among the saints, the sons of peace.
The Spirit, like a peaceful dove,
Flies from the realms of noise and strife
Why should we ever grieve his love,
Who seals us for eternal life.
Tender and kind be all our thoughts,
Through all our lives let mercy run;
So God forgives our numerous faults,
Through grace abounding in the Son.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Eph 4:30; Phil 2:1;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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WARE
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1838
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 95 | Bb | | # 471 | Bb |
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