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When Jesus the Lord
Came down to our earth,
He meanly was clad,
And low was his birth:
Thou Lord of creation,
And ruler above,
He chose in a station
Most humble to move.
His life was all toil,
When with us below,
Diseases he cured,
And softened our woe:
A friend to the friendless
He ever was found,
His blessings were endless
To sinners around.
The lepers he cleans’d,
The deaf heard his voice,
The dumb spoke his praise,
Were made to rejoice:
The dead, Jesus raised
To life from the grave,
His name them be praised,
Whose end was to save.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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5 5 5 5 6 5 6 5
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 8:17;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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MUSIC
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Name:
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OLD 104TH
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Meter:
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10 10 11 11
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Dates:
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1621
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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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| # 573 | G | | # 45 | G | | # 329 | G | | # 167 | G |
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