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Is this my Jesus, this my God,
Whose body all o'er stained with blood,
Hangs on th' accursed tree
Who bows his head, opprest with pain;
But midst it all doth not complain?
Yes, O my soul, 'tis he!
Is this my Saviour, this my Lord,
Whose feet and hands with nails are bored,
And fastened to the tree;
Whose sacred head with thorns is crowned,
Whose pierced side receives the wound?
Yes, O my soul, 'tis he!
Is this my bleeding sacrifice,
Who bows his head, and calmly dies,
High lifted on the tree;
Unknown by Gentiles, scoffed by Jews,
Whom almost all mankind refuse?
Yes, O my soul, 'tis he!
And shall my soul again forget
His love so free, immensely great?
Oh !—never let it be!
But let me always see the Lamb,
And truly praise his gracious name
To all eternity!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 19:30;
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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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| 1815 | # 560 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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PEMBROKE
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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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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| # 772 | F | | # 413 | F | | # 385 | F | | # 282 | F | | # 51 | G |
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