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Jesus, I sing thy matchless grace.
That calls a worm thy own—
Gives me among thy saints a place
To make thy glories known.
Allied to thee, our vital head,
We act, and grow, and thrive:
From thee divided, each is dead,
When most he seems alive.
Thy saints on earth, and those above,
Here join in sweet accord:
One body all in mutual love,
And thou our common Lord.
O may my faith each hour derive
Thy spirit with delight;
While death and hell in vain shall strive
This bond to disunite.
Thou the whole body wilt present
Before thy Father's face;
Nor shall a wrinkle or a spot
Its beauteous form disgrace.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Eph 4:15-16;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. FULBERT
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1849
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 108 | D | | # 205 | D | | # 8 | D | | # 189 | D | | # 48 | E | | # 1010 | E | | # 604 | E | | # 125 | E | | # 628 | Eb | | # 306 | Eb | | # 816.2 | No key |
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