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Bless’d Jesus, what transcendent grace
Spreads o’er the beauties of thy face!
All that in saints we most admire,
All that exalts the angels higher.
Here let me fix my wondering eyes—
There’s nought below the azure skies,
Nothing above which can compare
With thee, supremely bright and fair.
No flowers so sweet in Sharon’s field,
No crystal fount such water yield;
Nor sun nor stars so glorious shine,
Thine excellence is all divine.
In thee, I seek, in thee possess
A perfect, spotless righteousness;
If thou art mine, from want I’m free,
For thou art all in all to me.
Soft reclining on thy breast,
Midst dire alarms I feel at rest;
Let foes be cruel, friends unkind,
In thee alone my bliss I find.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Song 5:16;
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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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| 1818 | # 76 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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HAMBURG (BOSTON)
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1824,1825
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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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| # 82 | F | | # 323 | F | | # 495 | F | | # 213 | F | | # 293 | F | | # 336 | F |
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