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My soul adores the matchless grace,
The wisdom, truth and righteousness,
Which in endearing forms appear,
In my Redeemer’s character.
See how with lustre all divine,
In him all glories meet and shine;
There’s none in heaven or earth can show
Such majesty and sweetness too.
Here will I fix my joyful eyes,
Enraptured gaze, as wonders rise,
Till death shall brighten all the scene,
Dispelling every cloud between.
Then I’ll explore with those above,
The higher mysteries of his love;
Nor shall I ever more complain
Of time or labour spent in vain.
The glories of that blissful state,
No words or thoughts can e’er relate;
But far more glorious still is he,
Who lived, and died, and reigns for me.
How low he stooped, how high he rose,
And triumphed o’er his hellish foes!
Awake my powers, and spread abroad
The praises of my Saviour God.
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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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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 | # 78 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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HESPERUS (ELIM)
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1854,1862
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 39 | No key | | # 325 | E | | # 791 | E | | # 387 | E | | # 501 | F |
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