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Our great High-Priest we sing,
His dying love adore;
We hail our rising King
Who lives for evermore.
He only can our wants relieve,
And sinners to the utmost save.
Why then indulge despair,
Though sunk in deepest guilt?
We hear his voice declare.
For such his blood was spilt:
In his dear hands my soul I leave,
For he can to the utmost save.
Believing souls, rejoice!
On Jesu's grace depend;
The objects of his choice,
He loves you to the end:
With holy boldness dare believe,
Your Lord will to the utmost save.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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Bible Refs:
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Heb 7:25;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1815 | # 123 |
MUSIC
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OLD 148TH
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6 6 6 6 8 8
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 161 | D | | # 108 | D |
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