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When blest with that transporting view,
That Jesus died for me,
For this sweet hope what praise is due,
O God of grace, to thee!
And may I hope that Christ is mine?
That source of every bliss,
That noblest gift of love divine?
What wondrous grace is this!
My highest praise, alas, how poor!
How cold my warmest love!
Dear Saviour, teach me to adore
As angels do above.
Then shall my joyful powers unite
In more exalted lays,
And join the happy sons of light
In everlasting praise.
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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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JANEWAY
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