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Sinners rejoice, it's Christ that died;
Behold the blood flows from his side,
To wash your souls and raise you high,
To dwell with God above the sky.
It's Christ that died, O love divine!
Here mercy, truth, and justice shine;
God reconciled, and sinners bought
With Jesus' blood—how sweet the thought!
It's Christ that died, a truth indeed,
On which my faith would ever feed:
Nor let the works that I perform
Be named to swell a haughty worm.
It's Christ that died, it's Christ was slain,
To save my soul from endless pain;
It's Christ that died, shall be my theme,
While I have breath to praise his name.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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Rm 8:34;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1815 | # 43 |
MUSIC
Name:
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FULDA (WALTON)(GERMANY)
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1815
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 105 | No key | | # 193 | Ab | | # 1583 | Bb | | # 403 | Bb | | # 464 | Bb | | # 680 | Bb | | # 181 | Bb | | # 316 | Bb | | # 431 | Bb | | # 460 | Bb | | # 465 | Bb | | # 323 | Bb | | # 790 | Bb | | # 120 | Bb | | # 74 | Eb | | # 42 | No key | | # 215 | Bb |
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