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When Jesus hung upon the tree,
In agonies and blood,
He fixed his languid eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.
O never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look:
He seemed to charge me with his death,
Though not a word be spoke.
A second look he gave and said,
“I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou may'st live.”
With pleasing grief and mournful joy,
My spirit now is filled,
That I should such a life destroy,
Yet live by him I killed.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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FARRANT
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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| # 354 | G | | # 646 | G | | # 449 | G | | # 188 | G | | # 376 | G | | # 587 | G | | # 539 | G | | # 162 | G | | # 199 | G | | # 873 | No key |
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