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A stranger once did bless the earth
Who never caused
a heart to mourn,
Whose very voice
gave sorrow mirth�
And how did earth His worth return?
It spurned Him from its lowliest lot,
The meanest station
owned Him not.
His presence was a peace to all,
He bade the sorrowful rejoice.
Pain turned to pleasure at His call.
Health lived and issued
from His voice;
He healed the sick, and sent abroad
The dumb rejoicing in the Lord.
The blind met daylight in His eye,
The joys of everlasting day;
The sick found health in His reply;
The cripple threw his crutch away.
Yet He with troubles did remain,
And suffered poverty and pain.
It was for sin He suffered all
To set the world-imprisoned free,
To cheer the weary when they call�
And who could such a stranger be?
The God, who hears
each human cry,
And came, a Saviour, from on high.
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1962 | # 633 | | 1983 | # 335 |
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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