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I cannot tell how precious
The Savior is to me,
Since I have Him accepted,
And He hath made me free;
I cannot tell His goodness,
Enough to satisfy;
And if you’ll only take Him,
You’ll see the reason why.
I cannot tell how precious
The Savior is to me;
I only can entreat you
To come, and taste and see.
I cannot do for Jesus
As much as I should like;
But I will e’er endeavor
To work with all my might;
For, was not my dear Savior
For sinners crucified?
For me, then surely, Jesus
Hung on the cross and died.
I cannot tell how precious
The Savior is to me;
I only can entreat you
To come, and taste and see.
Whene’er I think of Jesus,
I cannot but rejoice;
To me He’s ever precious,
For Him I raise my voice:
I know He has in glory
A home prepared for me,
Where I shall live forever
So happy, and so free.
I cannot tell how precious
The Savior is to me;
I only can entreat you
To come, and taste and see.
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7 6 7 6 D r 7 6 7 6
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1 Pe 2:7;
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I CANNOT TELL HOW PRECIOUS
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D r 7 6 7 6
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