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Jesus, how lovely is his face!
Innumerable sweets are there;
Not one of all the human race
Is half so good or half so fair.
There heaven and earth their charms unite,
In full perfection there they shine;
Nor sun nor stars appear so bright,
Nor spread a lustre so divine.
Compassion sits upon his brow,
There terror mixed with love appears;
His lips with balmy spices flow,
His words are music to our ears.
These are thy glories, mighty Lord,
This the dear form thy saints adore;
‘Tis this will endless joys afford,
When earthly scenes delight no more.
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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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Song 5:16; 1 Pe 2:7;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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RETREAT
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1842
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 32 | No key | | # 319 | Ab | | # 296 | Bb | | # 432 | Bb | | # 50 | C | | # 129 | C | | # 164 | C | | # 766 | C |
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