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Tell me, Saviour, from above,
Dearest object of my love,
Where thy little flocks abide,
Sheltered near thy bleeding side?
Tell me, Shepherd all divine,
Where I may my soul recline?
Where for refuge shall I fly.
While the burning sun is high?
Wilt thou let me run astray,
Mourning, grieving all the day?
Wilt thou bear to see me rove,
Seeking base and mortal love.
Never had I sought thy name,
Never felt the inward flame,
Had not love first touched my heart,
Given the painful, pleasing smart.
Didst thou leave thy glorious throne...
Put a mortal raiment on...
As a cursed victim die,
For a wretch so vile as I.
Turn, and claim me as thine own;
Be my portion, Lord, alone;
Deign to hear a sinner's call;
Be my everlasting all.
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7 7 7 7
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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PLEYEL
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7 7 7 7
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 581 | G | | # 457 | G | | # 555 | G | | # 372 | G | | # 252 | G | | # 409 | G |
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