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Oh what a treasure all divine
Is hid in Christ the Lord!
From him what rays of glory shine,
What peace his paths afford.
in him our light and life are found,
Though we were dead before;
And now he makes our joys abound,
Who all our sorrows bore.
When sore distressed, he to our aid,
On rapid pinions flies;
And to the wounds which sin has made,
A healing balm applies.
‘Tis from his fulness we receive,
And daily grace for grace;
That to his glory we may live,
And see him face to face.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 1:16; Col 3:4;
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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 | # 104 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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HOWARD
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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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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| # 25 | Ab | | # 172 | G |
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