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Jesus, I bless thy name,
Thou teacher sent from heaven;
How sweet, how infinitely sweet,
The lessons thou hast given!
When storms and tempests rise,
Thy word creates a calm;
Where sin its mortal wounds have made,
It proves a healing balm.
Never did angels’ tongue
So charm the human ear,
So animate the trembling soul,
And chase away its fears.
When plunged in deep distress,
This eased the killing pain;
And what before had this effect,
I long to hear again.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 3:2; Jn 7:46;
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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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MUSIC
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Name:
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CARLISLE
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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Dates:
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1791
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 192 | No key | | # 512 | D | | # 393 | E | | # 523 | Eb | | # 3 | Eb | | # 592 | Eb | | # 513 | Eb | | # 595 | Eb | | # 368 | Eb | | # 30 | Eb | | # 706 | F |
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