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“O, not for these alone I pray,"
The dying Saviour said;
Though on his breast that moment lay
The loved disciple’s head;
Though to his eye that moment sprung
The kind, the pitying tear
For those that eager round him hung,
His words of love to hear.
No, not for them alone he prayed,—
For all of mortal race,
Whene’er their fervent prayer is made,
Where’er their dwelling-place.
Sweet is the thought, when here we meet.
His feast of love to share;
And ‘mid the toils of life, how sweet
The memory of his prayer!
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MARTYRDOM
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1800, c1885
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 571 | A | | # 455 | A | | # 367 | A | | # 238 | A | | # 512 | A | | # 73 | G | | # 292 | G | | # 322 | G | | # 166 | G | | # 208 | G | | # 416 | G | | # 5 | G | | # 630 | G | | # 667 | No key |
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