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Could I the massy rocks remove
To the remotest sea;
Yet were I destitute of love,
How wretched should I be!
Should I submit to torturing pain,
Or for religion die;
E’en that religion would be vain,
Unmixed with charity.
If fervent love my soul inflame,
There faith and hope are found;
No other grace deserves the name,
Where love does not abound.
This is the grace which still prevails,
In the bright world above:
There faith and hope and patience fail,
But saints will ever love.
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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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1 Co 13:2;
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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 | # 194 |
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Name:
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LONDON NEW
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1671,1968
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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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| # 335 | D | | # 42 | D | | # 218 | D | | # 65 | D | | # 335 | D | | # 258 | Eb | | # 224 | Eb | | # 373 | Eb |
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