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How wondrous was the grace
Of God’s eternal Son,
To save a lost and ruined race,
And make their cause his own.
He bore our griefs and pains,
For us he shed his blood;
To wash away our crimson stains,
And bring us near to God.
To him our all we owe,
Our hope, our joy, our heaven;
By saints above and saints below,
Be endless honours given.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Eph 2:13;
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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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SWABIA
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1745,1847
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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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| # 552 | No key | | # 45 | No key | | # 198 | D | | # 329 | D | | # 391 | D | | # 224 | D | | # 599 | D | | # 179 | D | | # 222 | D | | # 453 | D | | # 661 | Eb | | # 107 | D |
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