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From choirs redeemed in realms above,
Full gently breathes the whispering strain;
They sing the song of Jesus’ love—
Come let us join to raise our glad refrain.
His word is sure, His mercy free,
He gave Himself to ransom me;
His word is sure, His mercy free,
He gave Himself to ransom me;
His word is sure, His mercy free,
He gave Himself to ransom me.
Hark! plainer now we hear their song,
And sweeter still their music floats,
While we in louder strains prolong
And tell our joy in more triumphant notes.
His word is sure, His mercy free,
He gave Himself to ransom me;
His word is sure, His mercy free,
He gave Himself to ransom me;
His word is sure, His mercy free,
He gave Himself to ransom me.
Soon we shall join the heavenly choirs
That sing Immanuel’s praise on high,
While each exultant voice aspires
With joy to swell the chorus of the sky.
His word is sure, His mercy free,
He gave Himself to ransom me;
His word is sure, His mercy free,
He gave Himself to ransom me;
His word is sure, His mercy free,
He gave Himself to ransom me.
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 r 8 8 8 8 8 8
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Bible Refs:
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Is 49:13;
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MUSIC
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FROM CHOIRS REDEEMED
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 r 8 8 8 8 8 8
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1897
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