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Ho! ye despairing sinners, hear,
Ye thirsty, sin-sick souls draw near;
Here's water whose all-powerful stream
Shall quench your thirst, and wash you clean;
Its healing power has always wrought,
Beyond the reach of human thought.
Bethesda's pool is not like this,
Nor heals, nor cures such leprosies;
Nor Siloam's streams, nor Jordan's flood,
Could to my heart seem half so good;
'Tis Jesu's blood, that crimson sea,
That washeth guilt and filth away.
To this dear fountain I'll repair,
With all the wounds and pains I bear;
I'll keep my station near its side,
And wash, and drink, and there abide;
Nor from the sacred streams remove,
Till taken to their source above.
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LYRICS
Meter:
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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Writer(s):
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Trans/Adapted:
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Dates:
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Bible Refs:
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Is 45:1; Zech 13:1;
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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 | # 76 |
MUSIC
Name:
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VATER UNSER (OLD 112TH)
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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Writer(s):
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Dates:
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1539,1726
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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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| # 383 | No key | | # 493 | No key | | # 499 | No key | | # 530 | No key | | # 573 | No key | | # 16 | Eb | | # 68 | Eb | | # 683 | Eb | | # 723 | Eb | | # 644 | F |
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