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Jesus his garments laid aside,
And washed his servants’ feet,
To teach that neither scorn nor pride
For us is right or meet.
And when our “Lord and Master” thus
Did condescend, he too
A plain commandment gave to us,
That we the same should do.
Then, when we thus together meet,
To hold a feast of love,
We’ll stoop and wash each other’s feet,
And our obedience prove.
Lord, to thy holy word we go;
Thy promise there we plead,
That those who practice what they know
Shall happy be, indeed.
Dear Saviour, wash our souls, we pray,
In the blest fountain pure,
And give us strength, that we ne’er stray.
But to the end endure.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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OAKSVILLE
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1839
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 295 | Ab | | # 388 | Ab |
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