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Jesus, how boundless is his grace,
How bright his charms appear!
To those who here have seen his face,
How precious and how dear!
He died upon the shameful tree,
To bring us near to God;
And bought our life and liberty
With his atoning blood.
His goodness remains the same,
His mercies ne’er decay;
He sees the frailty of our frame,
And pities mortal clay.
He from his shining seat above,
Beholds our helpless state;
And all his bowels melt with love,
When we our woes relate.
Amidst the honours of a throne,
He ne’er forgets his friends;
Their numerous griefs he makes his own,
And speedy succour sends.
When earth and hell against them rage,
He keeps their souls secure;
In every world, through every age,
his power and truth endure.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Eph 2:13; Heb 4:15;
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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 | # 129 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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SAWLEY
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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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1860
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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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| # 741 | Bb | | # 424 | Bb | | # 633 | Bb | | # 1143 | Bb | | # 9 | Bb | | # 334 | Bb | | # 305 | Bb |
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