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Jesus, our Lord, with joy we wait
To see Thy blessed face;
Though weak on earth
our present state,
Our strength is in Thy grace.
Thy precious blood
shed by that grace
To God has made us nigh,
And sanctified us for the place
Of worshippers on high.
By faith within the veil we're led,
Where Thou hast entered in;
"Not made with hands"
the courts we tread,
Nor e'er defiled by sin.
Responsive to the Father's heart
In worship we would bow;
Thy Spirit doth this grace impart
To those who trust Thee now.
The way, the worshippers,
the place,
All sanctified by blood;
Thy Spirit leads ---
sweet fruit of grace ---
In worship now to God.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1881 | # 126 |
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Name:
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ATTERCLIFFE
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1802
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 333 | A | | # 603 | A |
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