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Rejected and despised of men,
Behold a man of woe!
And grief his close companion still
Through all his life below!
Yet all the griefs he felt were ours,
Ours were the woes he bore:
Pangs, not his own, his spotless soul
With bitter anguish tore.
We held him as condemned of Heaven,
An outcast from his God:
While for our sins he groaned, he bled,
Beneath his Father’s rod.
His sacred blood hath washed our souls
From sin‘s polluting stain;
His stripes have healed us, and his death
Revived our souls again.
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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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Year
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| 1866 | # 313 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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LYNE
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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