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How can it be, thou heavenly King,
That thou shouldst us to glory bring?
Make slaves the partners of thy throne,
Decked with a never-fading crown!
Hence our hearts melt, our eyes o'erflow,
Our words are lost; nor will we know,
Nor will we think of aught beside,
"My Lord, my Love is crucified."
Ah! Lord, enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stammering tongues to tell
Thy love immense, unsearchable!
First-born of many brethren thou,
To thee, lo! all our souls we bow;
To thee our hearts and hands we give ;
Thine may we die, thine may we live!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 8
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Bible Refs:
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Rev 2:10; Rev 3:21;
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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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| 1899 | # 395 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ROTHWELL
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8 8 8 8 8
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1754
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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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| # 394 | E | | # 57 | Eb |
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