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Did Christ the Saviour stoop so low,
That he for us could heaven forego;
And shall I not myself deny,
His poor to feed, their wants supply?
His liberal hand presented food,
To serve the needy multitude;
By miracles of grace and power,
The numerous sick did he restore.
Then in my heart composed of steel,
That I no more compassion feel,
To those afflicted and distressed,
Smitten of God, by man oppressed?
My dearest Saviour let me be
In temper more conformed to thee;
And with benignity divine,
Let my whole life resemble thine.
Whate’er my neighbour’s troubles are,
May I with him a portion share;
Nor suffer him to nigh alone,
But mingle with his tears my own.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 8:16; Mt 15:32;
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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 | # 213 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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HESPERUS (ELIM)
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Dates:
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1854,1862
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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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| # 39 | No key | | # 325 | E | | # 791 | E | | # 387 | E | | # 501 | F |
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