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Oh, sing that song to me again,
Whose charm doth never cease,
Of Him who died for sinful men:
Immanuel, Prince of Peace;
The peerless One of all the throng
Who’ve walked our earthly sod;
The sweetest name that lives in song:
Christ Jesus, Son of God.
Oh, sing that song to me again,
Whose charm doth never cease,
Of Him who died for sinful men:
Immanuel, Prince of Peace.
When I, a lisping infant, lay
Upon my mother’s knee,
She told me in the twilight gray,
How Jesus died for me;
She sang a song of Heav’n and God
I never can forget;
And tho’ she sleeps beneath the sod,
Her song is living yet.
Oh, sing that song to me again,
Whose charm doth never cease,
Of Him who died for sinful men:
Immanuel, Prince of Peace.
Oh, song of songs, that grows sublime
As onward roll the years,
Oh, story woven into rhyme,
That melts the heart to tears;
I love, I love to hear that song,
It fills my soul with joy;
To Him all songs of praise belong
Which mortal tongues employ.
Oh, sing that song to me again,
Whose charm doth never cease,
Of Him who died for sinful men:
Immanuel, Prince of Peace.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 D r 8 6 8 6
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Dates:
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1896
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Bible Refs:
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Is 9:6;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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HARARE
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 D r 8 6 8 6
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