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Hail, Plant renowned! thy leaves how fair,
No thoughts conceive, no words declare;
What healing virtues from thee flows,
To heal a guilty mortal's woes!
Thy fame was great in ancient days—
Judea's region spoke thy praise;
And we, through grace, in this our day,
Can sing of healing, great as they.
The hardest hearts, when thou wilt heal,
Are soft as wax before the seal;
Receiving then thine image fair,
Stamped on the soul for ever there.
Hatred of God, that cursed disease,
Will turn to love, when thou shalt please;
And burn with a celestial glow,
Which none but pardoned rebels know.
To thee, let Israel oft repair,
When sin defiles their garments here;
For thou alone hast power to heal
The sting of death that sinners feel.
Count thou, my soul, no healing good,
But what proceeds from Jesu's blood;
Nor rest in this, t' atone for sin,
Without a feeling sense within.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ex 15:26; Mt 4:24;
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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 | # 84 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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BRYNTEG
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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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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| # 180 | G |
echo ' | ';
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Hymn Writer
