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Close, close to Thy cross, O Christ!
My guilty soul would fly;
Thy flowing blood can wash me white
From sins of crimson dye!
Close to Thy cross, close to Thy cross,
Jesus, my Lord, I cling;
Shelter me there, shelter me there,
’Neath Thy protecting wing.
Close, close to Thy cross, O Christ!
My burdened soul would go;
There’s sweet relief in Thy warm love
For every grief I know!
Close to Thy cross, close to Thy cross,
Jesus, my Lord, I cling;
Shelter me there, shelter me there,
’Neath Thy protecting wing.
Close, close to Thy cross, O Christ!
My tempted soul would stand;
No foe can harm, no work o’ertask,
While under Thy kind hand!
Close to Thy cross, close to Thy cross,
Jesus, my Lord, I cling;
Shelter me there, shelter me there,
’Neath Thy protecting wing.
Close, close to Thy cross, O Christ!
My weary soul would rest;
No wrath, no fear, no shadows there
Disturb my quiet breast!
Close to Thy cross, close to Thy cross,
Jesus, my Lord, I cling;
Shelter me there, shelter me there,
’Neath Thy protecting wing.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 6 8 6 and refrain
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Dates:
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1897
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 57:1;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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CLOSE TO THY CROSS
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Meter:
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7 6 8 6 and refrain
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Dates:
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