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Lord Jesus, homeless Stranger,
Thou dearest Friend to me,
An outcast in a manger,
That Thou might'st with us be;
We gaze upon Thy meekness,
The manger and the cross;
We cling to Thee in weakness
Through suffering, pain, and loss.
We see the Godhead-glory
Shine through that human veil;
And, willing, hear the story
Of love come here to heal.
But who Thy path of service,
Thy steps removed from ill,
Thy patient love to serve us,
With human tongue can tell?
'Mid sin, and all corruption,
Where hatred did abound,
Thy path of true perfection
Shed light on all around.
O'er all, Thy perfect goodness
Rose blessedly divine;
Poor hearts oppressed
with sadness
Found ever rest in Thine.
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7 6 7 6
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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7 6 7 6
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| # 69 | No key | | # 104 | F | | # 472 | F | | # 583 | F | | # 225 | F | | # 439 | G | | # 625 | G | | # 284 | G | | # 652 | G | | # 775 | G | | # 350 | G | | # 429 | G |
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