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Jesus drinks the bitter cup,
The wine-press treads alone;
Tears the graves and mountains up
By his expiring groan:
Lo, the powers of heaven he shakes;
Nature in convulsion lies;
Earth's profoundest centre quakes:
The King of Glory dies!
O my God, he dies for me,
I feel the mortal smart!
See him hanging on the tree,
A sight that breaks my heart!
O that all to thee might turn!
Sinners, ye may love him too:
Look on him ye pierced, and mourn
For one who bled for you.
Weep o'er your desire and hope
"With tears of humblest love!
Sing, for Jesus is gone up,
And reigns enthroned above!
Lives our Head to die no more,
Power is all to Jesus given,
Worshiped as he was before,
Th' immortal King of heaven.
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7 6 7 6 7 7 7 6
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Hymn/Song Book
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AMSTERDAM
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7 6 7 6 7 7 7 6
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| # 114 | No key | | # 278 | F | | # 122 | G | | # 101 | G | | # 501 | G | | # 17 | G | | # 91 | G | | # 204 | F | | # 455 | A | | # 361 | F |
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