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�He saved others,� scorners cried,
Beholding Jesus crucified;
�Is this the Son of God with power?
Lo, in his own afflictive hour,
Himself he cannot save.�
He was the Son of God with power,
He �came unto that very hour;�
I�ll joy in his reproach and shame,
�He saved others;� I�ll exclaim,
�Himself he could not save.�
His agony and bloody sweat,
His cross and passion paid my debt;
He saved others when he fell,
Yet,�who the mystery can tell?
Himself he could not save.
Love, love unthroned the Son of God;
Love bruised him with the Father�s rod;
love gave, and love reclaimed his breath;
He saved others by his death;
Himself he could not save.
Were love and Deity at strife?
No,�freely he resigned his life;
God freely sent him from above;
Love is of God, for God is love;
Himself he could not save.
Have I hope beyond the grave;
�Tis this, himself he could not save;
Hope full of immortality;
He save others, saved me;
Himself he could not save.
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8 8 8 8 6
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