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The finest flow’r that ever blow’d,
Open’d on calv’ry`s tree,
When Jesu’s blood in rivers flow’d,
For love of worthless me!
Its deepest hue, its richest smell,
No mortal can declare;
Nor can the tongue of angels tell
How bright the colours are.
Earth could not hold so rich a flow’r,
Nor half its beauties show;
Nor could the world and satan’s pow’r
Confine its sweets below.
On Canaan’s banks, supremely fair,
This flow’r of glory blooms;
Transplanted to its native air.
End all the shores perfumes.
But not to Canaan`s shores confin’d;
The seeds which from it blow,
Take root within the human mind,
And scent the church below.
And soon on yonder banks above,
Shall ev’ry blossom here
Appear a full-blown flow’r of love,
Like him, transplanted there.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ST. ANNE
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| # 160 | No key | | # 206 | No key | | # 85 | No key | | # 41 | C | | # 71 | C | | # 52 | C | | # 415 | C | | # 53 | C | | # 286 | C | | # 383 | C | | # 513 | C | | # 358 | C | | # 878 | C | | # 53 | C | | # 100 | C | | # 207 | C | | # 165 | C | | # 439 | C | | # 661 | D | | # 739 | D | | # 178 | C |
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