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To Christ, the Lord, let ev'ry tongue
Its noblest tribute bring;
When he's the subject of the song,
Who can refuse to sing?
Survey the beauties of his face,
And on his glories dwell;
Think of the wonders of his grace,
And all his triumphs tell.
Majestic sweetness sits enthron'd
Upon his awful brow;
His head with radiant glories crown'd,
His lips with grace o'erflow.
No mortal can with him compare
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is he than all the fair
That fill the heav'nly train.
He saw me plung'd in deep distress,
He flew to my relief;
For me he bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.
To heav'n, the place of his abode,
He brings my weary feet;
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.
Since form his bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be thine!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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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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MUSIC
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LEICESTER
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1870
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 758 | Eb | | # 320 | Eb | | # 323 | Eb | | # 323 | Eb |
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