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See, from the vineyard Jesus comes,
Bringing his spice and rich perfumes;
When shades of night my eyelids close,
Sweet is the smell of Sharon's Rose.
His beauty's white with lovely grace,
When through the garden him I trace;
'Tis by the sweet perfumes which flow
That I the Rose of Sharon know.
If him I trace to Calvary,
And see him hang and bleed and die,
I view the wound that opened wide,
The Rose of Sharon's pierced side.
Of matchless love my soul can tell;
He hath redeemed my soul from hell;
His wounds poured out a double flood....
The Rose of Sharon's red with blood.
When I am numbered with the dead,
And my remains in dust are laid;
My grave has no malignant air;
The Rose of Sharon, rested there.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1815 | # 138 |
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FEDERAL STREET
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1832
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| # 83 | F | | # 317 | F | | # 291 | F | | # 480 | G | | # 598 | G | | # 376 | G | | # 389 | G |
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