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Could the Father feel a pleasure,
To afflict his only Son,
When upon the cross extended,
And the blood descended down;
|: Vengeance falling, :|
On the holy harmless One.
Could he joy to see the scourges,
Cruel thorns and bloody spear,
View his much beloved expiring
On the tree our sins to bear?
|: Love unbounded, :|
Thus to make his grace appear.
Thus it pleased the Lord to bruise him,
Put his holy soul to grief,
That he might his justice honour,
And provide for our relief:
|: Free salvation :|
Now attends on true belief.
Powers of earth and hell are shaken,
Christ has death itself subdued;
Every promise he has spoken,
Grace divine will make it good:
|: Wondrous mercy, :|
On a dying world bestowed.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 4 7 extended
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Is 45:21; Is 53:10;
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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 | # 289 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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KINGLEY VALE
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 4 7
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Dates:
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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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| # 729 | D | | # 483 | D |
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