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Ye sin-sick souls, dismiss your fears...
The halt, the lame, the blind;
Come, touch the garment Jesus wears...
Your healing there you'll find.
Surrounded with ten thousand cares,
And sad beyond degree;
Yet in this garment Jesus wears,
There's healing still for thee.
Come stretch the withered hand to-day,
For Christ is passing by;
Your case admits of no delay,
Unless ye touch, ye die.
One touch of this, celestial robe
Speaks pardon to the soul;
When sins more ponderous than the globe
Across the conscience roll.
Through every crowd to Jesus press
When sin torments the mind;
Peace, pardoning blood, and righteousness,
In his dear name you'll find.
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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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Mk 5:25-34;
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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. ANNE
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1708
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| # 160 | No key | | # 206 | No key | | # 85 | No key | | # 41 | C | | # 71 | C | | # 52 | C | | # 415 | C | | # 53 | C | | # 286 | C | | # 383 | C | | # 513 | C | | # 358 | C | | # 878 | C | | # 53 | C | | # 100 | C | | # 207 | C | | # 165 | C | | # 439 | C | | # 661 | D | | # 739 | D | | # 178 | C |
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