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When on the cross my Saviour died,
A righteous God was pacified;
My debt he paid, my sins he bore,
And justice now demands no more.
A healing balm his hand bestows,
To cure my wounds and ease my woes,
And a rich fountain still remains
To wash away my guilty stains.
Here will I bathe my spotted soul,
Here blessings without number roll;
My hopes and joys I hence derive,
For Jesus died that I might live.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Zech 13:1;
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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 | # 93 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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LOUVAN
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1850
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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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| # 324 | Ab | | # 490 | Ab |
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