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OH, what a gift the Father gave
When He bestowed His Son
To save poor ruined, guilty man,
By sin defiled, undone!
For we were lost and vile indeed,
To sin a willing prey,
Till God in mercy interposed,
And turned our night to day.
Now we can call the Saviour ours,
Though all unworthy still;
We're sheltered by
His precious blood
Beyond the reach of ill.
Come all who trust in Jesus now
And tell our joys abroad,
Let thankful hymns of praise ascend
For Christ, the gift of God.
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LYRICS
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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 | # 404 |
MUSIC
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BOARDMAN
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1839
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 640 | Ab |
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