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Lo, the eternal Word
Assumes our flesh and dies!
Amased I see him bloody sweat,
And hear his plaintive cries.
By faith I view him there,
Nailed to the fatal tree;
And realize the pains he bore,
For such a worm as me.
When my dear Saviour died,
All nature seemed to mourn;
The sun in darkness veiled his face,
The solid rocks were torn.
Thus he atonement made
For crimes of deepest dye;
And now he sends the Spirit down,
His merits to apply.
I’ll make his name my trust,
And glory in his cross;
For him I’d part with all my gains,
And count those gains but loss.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 1:29; Gal 6:14;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. BRIDE
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1762
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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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| # 322 | Bb | | # 450 | Bb | | # 180 | Bb | | # 316 | Bb | | # 583 | Bb | | # 81 | Bb | | # 352 | Bb | | # 37 | Bb | | # 101 | Bb | | # 249 | Bb | | # 322 | C | | # 528 | No key | | # 233 | No key |
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