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God’s belov’d and equal Son
Suffered in the sinner’s stead;
Now to glory he is gone,
For his ransomed ones to plead.
All their load of guilt he bore,
Which would sink a ruined race;
In a way unknown before,
He is made their righteousness.
Now is he exalted high,
Sits unrivaled on his throne,
Whence he hears the suppliant’s sigh,
Pours unnumbered blessings down.
Lord, had I ten thousand tongues,
These should be employed for thee;
Celebrate in lofty songs,
All thine acts of love to me.
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BUCKLAND
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7 7 7 7
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| # 118 | D | | # 287 | D | | # 645 | D | | # 130 | D | | # 287 | D | | # 277 | D | | # 218 | D | | # 334 | D |
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