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Thou, Jesus, didst quit thy celestial abode,
The choir of the angels, the bosom of God,
To visit the weary and grief-burdened soul,
To succour the helpless, the bruis’d to make whole.
Thou, Jesus, in love and in mercy didst come,
To guide with thy Spirit the prodigal home;
The blind to recover, to loosen the bound,
And preach to the simple the gospel’s glad sound.
Thou, Jesus, didst enter this woeful estate,
The marred by oppression, the victim of hate;
To die, as the Lamb of atonement, for those
Who left thee as friends, or pursued thee as foes.
Thou, Jesus, my Saviour, Prince, Counsellor art
Oh, keep me, and bind me still close to thy heart,
Until through thy mercy, my triumphing lays
Shall blend in the skies with the cherubim’s praise.
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11 11 11 11
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 20:28;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1853 | # 572 |
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CLARENDON STREET (GORDON)
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11 11 11 11
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1876
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 134 | Ab | | # 99 | F | | # 289 | F | | # 364 | F | | # 659 | F | | # 96 | F | | # 182 | F | | # 53 | F |
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